In September 1996, Amadou departed for America seeking the opportunity to attend college. He left behind a handwritten note for his mother that had only two lines, “The solution is U.S.A. Don’t leave my brothers and sister here.”
I was thrilled to hear the excitement in my son’s voice when he called me January 31, 1999 from New York City.
“I’m so happy right now, Mom! I am going to do it.”
“Do what?” I asked from my home in Guinea.
“Enroll in College,” he enthusiastically replied.
I asked him if he needed my help, and he said, “No, I only need your prayers.”
That was the last phone call I had with my son.