Difficult: like how hard it is for a tiny boy to fit his fingers into his fingerless gloves (Bekas)--inside out and too many fingers in one hole and where does that thumb go? Snot snailing from his nose into his mouth--sighing when I do--not chanting, "Papa Dina" "Papa Dina" (Give me sweets. Give me sweets.) like the other children. Both of us a little sad--sitting in silence--alternately staring into my eyes and then out through the railing. His long wet lashes.
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