As the dark, cloudy waterflows into my basin,I wonder where Banza goeswhen he disappears.Sometimes we don't see himfor weeks. I wonder what it's liketo always be hungryand wander about every daylooking for food. Sometimes I'm hungry.Sometimes my bellyis so empty it grumbles,and a plate of riceor a black bananais just not enough. On those days,Papa sings louder,and Manman's eyesare softer.Gogo takes my handand we dance awaythe rumbles. I wonder what hungeris like without a familyto fill the emptiness. I think about Baby Pierre.He never had a chanceto grow fat with our love. Excerpted from Serafina's Promise by Ann E. Burg All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
