One boy in my tent, Jeremie, is what I’d call the runt of the litter. He just turned 9 a couple of days ago, but he looks and in some ways acts much like he’s about 6. He keeps mostly to himself, loves to chase insects, and speaks very quietly. I’ve engaged him a few times in some games, and I think the attention has won me a special place in his estimation. He now will walk along with me and talk non-stop in a voice too quiet for me to understand, even if I could comprehend the language. I don’t think he even cares so much if I can understand. He just likes having someone to talk to, rattling off long stories about his dog or the way fish breathe underwater.
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