Our Family in Wolaita Sodo

Typing from a cafe at the hotel in Sodo on Sophie’s little laptop. I won’t be able to type long, however. In short: we arrived Thursday and met with Dr. Ruth, Sophie and Dr. Stephanie. Just hung out for a bit and gave them many donations which they were very, very excited about.

On Friday we set out in the AM and I was kind of on a mission to connect with the woman we knew about who was related to Mulu—Yabsera's birthmom. We had some phone numbers, and I’ll write the whole, long story later, but at one point we were at this bank where Ruth told us to go which was supposed to have a cafe but did not (turns out the new Dashan bank has no cafe). At that point we called the man who was the father of the Daubenmeier’s kids and he answered and came down. He took us to see this woman at Tsheay's house, and we went there. This is the home where Yabsera was born. This made Michael a bit jealous—because he would like to see the home where he was born.

This woman was very gracious: she gave us shiro and injera and Fanta and coffee with milk. She was happy to see the photos of Fitsum Grace. We all talked a lot—well they all talked a lot and I just tried to listen. So, at some point she said, "I have a photo of Mulu." I was like 'Ummmm . . . can you please show me?” I was trying to contain my excitement. She pulls out a huge album and a photo of not just Mulu . . . but of baby Yabsera, too . . . and, yes, it was so clearly Yabsera . . . his eyes . . . his big ears and the extra little dangling finger. He is maybe 3-4 months in the picture? But so cute, and his mom is beautiful and tall! I can’t wait to show you. I took pictures of this and many other pictures on my camera (many for Fitsum). There was also another photo . . . a baby from many years ago . . . he looked so much like Yabsera that Michael actually said "that’s Yabsera!" However, it was actually the daughter of Teshay. I have a photo of her all grown up. Tomorrow we will actually go and visit with Mulu's parents (Yabsera’s grandparents). His grandfather is a church elder and Mulu sang in the choir (of course!). So excited.

I have so much more to write than I probably have time for. I may get a chance later to write more. Michael has been so excited, and yes, in my exhaustion I have had to say things like, "I know how excited you are, honey, but you have to realize how exhausted I am and please just be quiet for a bit," and he does, God bless him!

We left with Kebede and Dr. Stephanie and went to the market which was so much fun—and a bit scary. We bought fruit and veggies and lentils and a chicken! Michael picked out the chicken, and was very concerned on the bumpy road to his grandfather’s about the chicken’s well being, saying "Ummmm, you know we have a chicken in here right?" as we bumped along. There are many details which I will skip for now, due to time, but Ato Ashango was so happy—when he saw Michael he could hardly contain his joy, and scooped him up, saying, "Maren! Oh Maren!" We were mobbed . . . many people kissing and grabbing Michael. I was admittedly very nervous that Michael was going to freak out, but he handled it all with such grace.

I have so much more to tell, but for now I’ll just tell this story. Later in the day, towards the end we realized there was a cow in Michael’s home and so he wanted to see it so we went into the house and while in there we heard they had just lost their beloved cow . . . yes, this was “Maren’s favorite cow" which we heard about from Heidi, and that we have a photo of. And then someone taps on my shoulder and they gesture down and sure enough there is the hide of "Maren’s favorite cow" spread out on the floor. Stephanie and I could NOT stop laughing . . . I can’t tell you how funny it was . . . for us . . . but not for Michael—this was his favorite cow after all!

One last sweet thing before I have to go—they all told him he looks just like his father. And his mother looked like Ashango. Last night, Michael drew a few pictures of his Ethiopian parents—wanting so badly for the photo that Yabsera now will have and he never will.

I gotta run. Much love to everybody.