Nihal

One little boy, Nihal, sits on my porch for hours waiting for me to come out. He never says a word, just sits and waits. When I come out he smiles a shy toothless smile and quietly approaches me slipping his hand into mine. We walk all over the compound never saying a word, just walking and holding hands. One day, after standing in my doorway for a long time, he suddenly got the courage to step inside in pursuit of a pink feather. After that he just sat at the foot of my bed playing with his feather and an empty water bottle.