After reading my journal, I realized that sharing everything I wrote on Day Two would be too much. I never want to hurt A.
Here are the last few sentences...
We drove to Yigram, about 6 hours south. I closed my eyes and saw those perfect, almond shaped eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
I hate that I am a big part of the pain.
When we arrived in Yigram, a coffee ceremony was starting. I looked down the small slope, past the women preparing the coffee, and saw three hyenas about 50 feet away. The tree above the women was filled with huge vulture looking birds. Monkeys swung from the trees. I sat down and enjoyed the best coffee of my life. After the coffee, we slept in a Tukul and I dreamed about my A.