Pretty in Pink

My turn to write now (says Leslie). This is my friend, Anna (the one in pink). The kidos in the village were either as cute as buttons or had green snot running out of their noses 24/7. Luckily, this one decided to be my friend (though if a snotty one had, it wouldn’t have mattered as I was prepared with lots of Kleenex ). Anna is probably six, and spoke some pidgin. As I only spoke three words of pidgin, we didn’t converse much, but that didn’t hinder our friendship – that little girl followed me up and down the village for a good number of miles. She would take my hand when I would offer it and I would often find her hanging around the house when I’d come out. She would just beam when I would recognize her and say hello. Such a sweetie. – L