During my parents’ first visit to Ligorio, my mother took a particular liking to a boy named August after he jumped up on a table, took her hands and started shaking his hips and knees like Elvis Presley. My mom, who at any moments notice is willing to partake in some fun, joined in on the dancing and neither my father nor I could wipe the smile off her face for the rest of the day. After the visit, my mom continually asked me about August and how he was doing.
Well, last week (one year later), my parents visited Ligorio for a second time and we walked over to the rice mill shelter; I wanted to show them the progress we had made on my primary project. My mom and I eventually split off from the group to organize an activity at the school before the day was over. The kindergarten class gets out an hour earlier so we saw some of the children walking back to their homes when suddenly August (who is in the Kindergarten) popped out from around the corner. I shouted, “August! Look! Someone came to see you!”
August turned to see my mom from about 30 yards away and without hesitation began sprinting to her with his arms wide open and his Cars backpack bobbing up and down behind him. My mom dropped to her knees, spreading her arms in a welcoming anticipation. August jumped into my mom’s arms as she lifted him into the air, twirling in circles while compassionately calling out “doooooooooooo” – a noise made by Saramaccans when embracing a loved one.
I rushed to ready my camera and was able to capture this special moment: