Today I would like to thank the God who cares for his abandoned children, dumb luck and my grandma (who passed on to me every single Mary Higgins Clark book and with them a love of mystery) for the story I’m about to tell. Sadly, (but responsibly and ethically!) names have been changed in this…

Being a gringa in Honduras means that I will be stared at.  I’m almost to the point where it doesn’t even feel rude.  I’m just more careful here than in the States to make sure that my face doesn’t have food stuck to it or that my zipper isn’t down.  Those things would be noticed…

Abigail:  pronounced ah-bee-guy-eel, emphasis on the ‘bee’ and it works best if you also emphasize the ‘eel’ by stretching your neck out and bobbing your head with each ‘e’. Yep, you got it.  Abigail made it to my long term memory through this picture: I was flipping through Lauren’s album of children I don’t know…

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