Yesterday I went to visit Mama S again. It had been almost three weeks since my last visit, and despite trying to call or text her, I hadn't heard anything from her.
Got to the office, waited outside. There was no place to sit, so I plopped myself down on the concrete floor with my Kindle. I've seen other women do this (well, not with a Kindle), so I figured it was culturally appropriate, but I still got some strange looks. However, I always get strange looks there. I'm always the only white person.
After a while I realized that no one was going in or out of the office, even though I knew there were people inside. I realized there was a sign on the door. I couldn't translate all of it, but I got the gist that the social workers were now only seeing people on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays. Wednesdays were for meetings and Thursdays....well, I couldn't understand that part, except the word "kuandika." To write. That was encouraging. Maybe they were allowing themselves Thursdays to write reports.
I peeked in the office anyway; there were a bunch of staff in there. I made eye contact with Mama S, which satisfied me, since really this was only a "nagging" visit anyway...I didn't really have anything to say to her. But at least she knew I had been there. I sent her a text message....again. And didn't expect much.
That evening, I got a message back from her. The report has been written. It will be mailed tomorrow.
And there was much rejoicing in the Medina household.