In which my heart goes out

Three summers ago, in 2011, I sat in an air-conditioned mall enjoying a strawberry milkshake after a long day of shopping. I was exhausted from price haggling at the nearby souvenir market and it was nice after a month of culture shock to sit in a clean, quiet space that seemed more like home than anywhere else I’d been in Kenya. Chris Vo, whom I was on this dental rotation with, snapped this picture of me sitting in Westgate’s Artcaffe, which today is the scene of unspeakable horror. 



My thoughts and prayers, which are too little to do any real good, are with those there today. My heart goes out to you all. 

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