I remember so vividly a day in the Chimbel library room where I was reading with a child whilst the whole room was busy and bustling with raised voices, quiet chatter, intoned hum of independent reading, a slim frame crowded the door. I looked up into the eyes of a distinctly curious boy who immediately looked away and made to move away. This was November, 2014.
I am a child watcher and responses emerge from me in that light. I immediately called out a welcome and I observed that the boy became more still but also more calm at the doorway. Now he leaned in to peer. The grace of children is always heartening, Abdul hailed the peeper and one foot was in the door.
For that day the young boy merged with the group at Chimbel, did nothing distinct to evoke any memory and I never imagined months later I would be reflecting back in this way.
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