The evening air was cool and quiet, the soft hum of the hotel's ceiling fan mixing with the distant sounds of Kampala nightlife. Sally, Nurse Angela, and Doctor Kwizi had just finished a long day filled with hope and plans. After spending precious moments with Zaria, Sally called Angela aside into the hotel's small lounge, her voice calm but resolute.
"Angela," Sally began, folding her hands in front of her, "I want you to know something important. I'm going to support you so you can take care of Zaria."
Angela's eyes widened in surprise. "Sally, I… I don't know what to say."
Sally smiled gently. "There's no need for thanks yet. I'm serious. I will pay her school fees, buy her necessities, clothes, books, everything she needs. And I'll also cover your rent."
Angela shook her head, touched but hesitant. "You don't have to worry about my rent. I can manage."
"No," Sally interrupted firmly. "I have to do this. Zaria is becoming my goddaughter, and that means I have responsibilities — not just for her, but for you as well."
Angela's voice softened, her gratitude shining through. "Thank you so much, Sally. I promise I will do my best to care for her like my own daughter."
Sally nodded. "I know you will. You have the heart for it."
Just then, Doctor Kwizi stepped forward, smiling warmly. "Sally, you have done an incredible thing. I'm proud to stand with you in this."
Sally glanced at him, her eyes shining with determination. "We'll give Zaria the family she deserves."
After a few more words of encouragement, Sally and Kwizi prepared to leave. Sally hugged Angela tightly. "Take care of her, Angela. I'll be checking in often."
Angela watched them go, a mixture of responsibility and hope settling in her heart. She turned to find Zaria sitting quietly on the couch, her small hands twisting nervously in her lap.
"Zaria," Angela began gently, "I have something important to tell you."
Zaria looked up, eyes wide with curiosity.
"You are going back to school," Angela said softly. "Your godfather Sally is working hard to find you the best school. It will be a boarding school, where you can learn and grow with other children your age."
Zaria blinked, stunned. "Really?" Her voice cracked as tears welled up. "I… I didn't think this would happen."
Angela smiled and reached out to hold her hand. "It's okay to cry. You deserve this, Zaria. More than anyone I know."
The tears slipped down Zaria's cheeks, but this time, they were tears of hope — of a future she never dared to imagine.
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The Next Days
Word spread quickly among the small circle of caretakers. Sally made calls, wrote letters, and visited schools personally. Angela prepared a modest room in her small home, making sure it was clean and welcoming. Kwizi promised to be the medical guardian, always ready to step in if Zaria needed care.
Each day, Zaria grew stronger not just in body but in spirit. She began to talk more, to laugh quietly at Angela's jokes, and to dream aloud about what school might be like.
One afternoon, Angela sat with her, showing her a catalog of schools with bright photos of classrooms, dormitories, and playgrounds.
"Look, this is where you might study," Angela said, pointing to a picture of a large campus surrounded by trees.
Zaria traced her finger over the page. "Will I really go there?"
"Yes," Angela replied. "Your godfather Sally will make sure everything is ready for you. You will have new friends, teachers who care about you, and a chance to build your future."
Zaria smiled shyly. "I want to learn… to be someone who helps others."
Angela's heart warmed. "You will, Zaria. You already do."
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A New Family
Though she missed the warmth of a mother's hug and the comfort of a home she never truly had, Zaria felt something new blossoming inside her — a sense of belonging. It wasn't the family she was born into, but it was a family that chose her, loved her, and promised to stand by her no matter what.
Sally's promise to pay the school fees and provide for Angela's rent was more than money — it was a declaration that Zaria mattered, that her life had value and hope.
Angela often caught herself watching Zaria as she slept or played. She whispered prayers of protection and blessings over the girl who had become her daughter in every way that mattered.
Kwizi remained a steady presence, reminding them that healing was a journey — physical, emotional, and spiritual.
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Evening Reflection
One evening, as the sun dipped low over the horizon, Angela sat with Zaria on the small porch of her home. The air was heavy with the scent of blooming jacaranda trees and the distant sounds of children playing.
"Zaria," Angela said softly, "what are you most afraid of?"
The girl's eyes filled with tears again, but she tried to be brave. "That I will be alone… that people will forget me."
Angela wrapped an arm around her. "You will never be alone again. You have me, Sally, Dr. Kwizi — and soon, many new friends at school. You belong."
Zaria rested her head on Angela's shoulder, feeling a warmth she had never known.
In that quiet moment, under the purple sky, a new chapter had begun — one filled with promise, healing, and the strength of chosen family.