Sintayehu - (One who has experienced many things)



Life in Ethiopia can make the young wise beyond their years. Here are collected stories, told by my daughter, about her time before I became her father.




FOUND!

The three sisters have been reunited! Thanks to everyone who helped to bring these kids back together and to everyone else who sent their best wishes.

More stories will be coming shortly.



Monday, September 19, 2011

The Jouney for a Lost sister

The three sisters sit outside the open door of their house, skin has turned dark black by the relentless summer sun beating down on the village of Wonji. Their father used work in the cane fields on days like this but the only activity they can muster the energy for is throwing small stones at the dried up body of a snake. The unlucky snake had entered their house the day before and the oldest of the sisters had killed the snake with their father's machete. The rusty machete with a sweat stained wooden handle sat propped up just inside the door. Sintayehu cooed at her older sister who was more like a mother to the little girl and her sister smiled back tickling here under the arms.

A few minutes earlier an old car had pulled up in the alley behind their home and a short, well dressed, man went inside to speak with their mother.

"Its time to go," their mother said in a quiet voice. "Please get into the car, we have a long ride today."

The two older sisters didn't realize that this would be the last ride they would take with their little baby sister and the beginning of a whole new life for them all. The baby would end up being left at the Holy Savior orphanage, and the two older sisters would be sent from that orphanage to a different orphanage never knowing what would become of their sister nor why they were seperated.


This is the true story of three girls who were adopted out of Ethiopia by two different families. The two oldest girls remained together and the youngest adopted by an American family in the spring of 2009. I will be posting the information that I have on Sintayehu and the family who adopted her with the hope of finding them so that the two older sisters, who cared for her and carried her on their backs while they did chores can know what has become of "their baby."