It is approximately 7:30 am Thursday, October 23rd in Ethiopia. In a few short hours, a judge will decide my fate as well as the fate of an eight month old baby boy whom, since July 1st have considered my son. Not a day has gone by that I haven't wondered what he is doing. Is he happy? Is he sad? Is he getting enough attention? Is he feeling well today? This judge may be sitting at home drinking his/her morning coffee, perhaps reading the newspaper. Does this judge know that the future of two people are in his/her hands? Whatever the outcome, two lives are about to be changed forever.
Strange letters from my father
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