It was already getting dark Friday as we headed out on our usual jaunt to the Cafe Kazuri for dinner. As normal, I somehow ended up leading the charge and walking beside me was a mother and her young child. I waved, the kid stared. I waved again, the mom smiled and the child stretched out his hand. I stretched out my hand…and he grabbed it. He held on tight and we walked for most of a block with me on one side and his mom on the other. His mother seemed to think it was amusing as could be and behind me I heard a chorus of ohs and ahs from the rest of the team but for me it was like holding a little angel's hand. We stared at each other the whole time, enamoured with each other as we walked and when we came to the shop his mother was stopping at he didn't want to let go, neither did I. You know that warm gushy feeling you get when something perfect happens…I had THAT all night, and I still get it when I think of it.
The first night we walked down that alley I was apprehensive and constantly on guard. I didn't ever think any of those people would trust us and generally the kids seemed scared of us. Yet in five short nights we'd gone from that to some little munchkin holding on for dear life. It's a testament to how wrong first impressions can be.
Now if only I could figure out how to smuggle him home.
lisa
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