Irene

9-20
There is something different about Irene. Unlike many of the other women I've encountered, she does not wear a sunken face with the wrinkled of oppression. Instead, her cheek bones are stong and full, like an opera singer. She has a sort of husky rasp to her voice that countermines the disintingrating whispers of her patients. Her presence commends respect and when she puts on her white couat, tilts her reading glasses, and looks someone in the eye, she is all buisness. With her fully rooted stance, I sometimes forget she is Malian until she takes her youngest off her back to breast feel while filling out her paperwork. A divorceed mother of 7, leading a successful career, and still bearing the biggest rosiest cheeks I've seen on a Malin. Well that, that's a real woman.