s dreams, and he would wake up with a longing to see her again. He often

yed with him, standing as a constant

, the vibrant colors of the market, and the sense of community he had felt in Abidjan. But most of all

d a career. But no matter how busy his life became, he never stopped thinking about Ama. He often found him

him and Ama. They were standing in front of their house in Abidjan, smiling at the camera. Jean-Luc felt a lump in his throat as he stared at the photo. He realized that

frica. He would find Ama, and he would thank her. No matter how long it would t