Belice and Cecile in the Congo

The first time I met Belice and her little sister Cecile we all felt shy. I wondered with the language difference how we would communicate. Belice later told me she never saw anyone so white. Her father said she, her brothers and sisters asked him if I were sick and why I didn't have any color. The baby screamed when he looked at me so the kids and the mother tried to keep his head under a blanket when I was around. He would pull the blanket off his head to see if I were still there and scream some more. I was terrifying to him.