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A Small Tribute


Fatimata- I have to write about her.  She is one of my nieces, as well as one of my favorite girls.  She just has so many wonderful characteristics that most 4(ish) year olds don’t have.  She is so loving to me, babies, animals, and the other kids (most of the time). At the same time, she strives to always get whatever it is that she wants, and she’s not afraid to fight for it.  She knows what she wants, and despite her small size, she’ll force her way into it. 
She’s kind to animals (which is abnormal here), but she doesn’t stop just because of other people. She eats dirt/rocks (which actually might just be a sign of iron deficiency), but she does so with zest. So much spunk, in such a small package.  My favorite quality about her, though, is her “I-don’t- care-what-anybody-thinks-of-me,- I’ll-do-what-I-want” attitude.  Most of the time, she’s just plain weird, but I love it. The other day, I saw her spinning in circles and eating by herself.  I can’t help but smile at that kind of confidence and sublime happiness. She’s a role model to me, and she’s only two feet tall.

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  1. NikkiOctober 19, 2010 at 1:43 PM

    Fatimata reminds me of a little blonde Twobaab who has an "I don't care what anybody thinks I do what I want" attitude... oh yea and is weird most of the time too. No wonder you like her.

    I LOVE YOU!!

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  2. HadielOctober 21, 2010 at 12:33 AM

    This is an amazing post Anna. It's amazing how great the children make us feel here!

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