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| Back in the day, I spent a few weeks in a few African countries for simple volunteer work. I saw a handful of very cute kids, but I remember most this specific boy I saw around often. Unsurprisingly he didn't speak English, but he was still very sweet, granted in a timid way. I had given him some sweets once and he had tried to thank me in poor English. you really don't know heaven until you hear a boy with a heavy accent try to say something for you! Pure bliss, his voice was adorable. Unfortunately we never got any closer, as I left the country we were in not very long afterwards...ah, what could have been. |