ame namke sarah

  Two weeks ago I was sitting at a sari shop in Hili. A woman came in looked at me and asked what my   was. "My name is Sarah" (ame namke Sarah), I said. I left the shop and she followed me to the tailors. The woman talked the whole way, I understood very little of what she said. When we arrived at the tailors she asked him for a piece of paper, he gave her a small piece, she asked me to write my name on it. I wrote Sarah. She left the shop with the piece of paper in her hand smiling.
  Today I saw her again. Her hands covered in henna wearing the same black shalwar kameez. I asked the shopkeepers who she was, they all told me she had gone mental. As I stood picking out the ribbon for my sari blouse she handed me a bag of potato chips. In her hands she held a package that was loosely wrapped in newspaper. She wanted to show me what was in the package and as she unwrapped it I saw a picture frame with the piece of paper that had my name on it upside down in the center of the wooden frame.  I laughed a little and told her it was very nice. Got to love that woman.