Beaded Hope

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Coming through the airport terminal door, Gabby paused on the sidewalk and squinted into the sun. A stout lady standing next to a young girl caught her eye. The woman’s coral blouse looked stretched to its limits, as did the flared, brightly colored patterned skirt she wore, both a beautiful contrast with her dark skin.

What an unlikely-looking welcoming committee, Gabby thought.

But maybe we look just as odd to them. Three women and a teenager coming from the other side of the world—to do what? Save them? Save South Africa?

If they only knew.

She couldn’t speak for the rest of her group. But didn’t she need someone just as badly to save her from herself?