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There was a little girl in the village…
-that was sorely mistreated.
Initially, she was born to two parents who loved each other and her very much, when violent men passed through their village…
Only their little daughter – nearly two years old – was left behind. The village people took the child to her grandmother, not knowing what kind of violence she had witnessed.
The landlord of the grandmother – forced the grandmother to put the baby back out on the street, fearing violence in retribution for the murder. She refused to house the child.
The little girl’s skin started to fall off because of rot in the rains – and the clocks were ticking as the grandmother desperately tried to find a safe place for the child.
That was when her grandmother brought her to me.
The little girl looked me up and down. I was small myself. (Click here to make a donation to support our work in the village. Donations are tax-deductible if you file your return in the USA.)
The little girl had serious eyes and a round hungry belly that watched everything I did carefully.
“Are you a big girl?” I needed to know if she might wet the mattress.
Her little infant frown promised that she wasn’t yet fully potty-trained.
“When your grandmother leaves, are you going to cry?” Asked another.
“Yes.” Said the two year old in her vernacular language. “I will cry.” She sucked in her chest heavily, as if ashamed – but was miserably certain of the truth. She was little, and she would cry. Her honesty and maturity were endearing.
We found a small bed for her, and bathed her, and put her into new pajamas and let her fall asleep in the bedroom. Her spirally little hair bounced back from the brush, and was soft and shiny from the coconut oil we added.
We didn’t have too much food to spare, but as she slept, we placed fresh bread around her – so that if she woke up in the night – she could eat.
Like the book “A Little Princess” when she woke up, there it was – a fresh baked bun by her new pink and blue CareBears blanket.
“A bunny! A bunny! A bunny!” Cried the little girl, unable to believe her luck when she woke up – as if it were Christmas morning.
“Aunty, a bunny!” Later, she hugged my legs to show me how wonderful this whole fresh bread “bun-ny” thing was.
So I thought that would be a good story to share with many of our favorite fresh bread recipes – that are easy to make with children – of simple ingredients. Look to the left of the screen to choose a bread recipe to try. We have fun in our little kitchen.
The little girl played with cakes, made holiday ornaments with the salt dough recipe – and some of her favorite cookies are peanut butter cookies.
We hope that every time you enjoy fresh bread, you remember the children of the village.