Yesterday at the migrant camp, there were children everywhere eager to be cuddled and played with. The first little girl I picked up was named Yasit. She was precious - probably about 4 or 5 years old. She melted my heart.
All through the time we were there she stuck to me like glue. Once in awhile she'd run off to get something that was being handed out but she'd always come back to me. Whenever she left I'd look around for her and then I'd spot her sweet little face searching the crowd and a huge smile would light up her face as her eyes met mine.
Her favorite thing was to be held upside down as she grabbed handfuls of grass and threw them in the air. She also loved to be cuddled and I was more than happy to oblige. I hated leaving her. If only I could have picked her up, bring her home with me and loved her forever. I will never forget that darling little person.
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