THE ADORING MIND OF A MAID

ng boy, but it was also an adventure. The vibrant colors, the exotic smells, and the friendly faces of the locals q

idjan, the capital city of Ivory Coast, he pressed his face against the window, marveling at the lush greenery and the bustling city

by tall palm trees and colorful flowers. Jean-Luc's father had arrange

down to his level, looked him in the eyes, and said, "Bonjour, Jean-Luc. Je m'appelle Ama. Je

with a smile. She was there when he came home from school, ready to listen to his stories about the day. She was there when he went to bed, sing