I visited social welfare again today, for the first time in over a year.
Ah, the memories. That long drive, parking down the street, walking down the sidewalks of downtown Dar, past the shoeshiners, the beggers, the deep-fried bananas, the guy with the bathroom scale that you can step on for 25 cents to check your weight. Riding the elevator to the fourth floor. Usually returning disappointed, impatient, sometimes in tears, sometimes elated.
Today, I had a letter.
Dear Commissioner of Social Welfare,
....we would like to apply to foster a third child so that Grace and Josiah can have a younger brother or sister....
You get the idea.
Here we go again!