A little boy. Maybe nine years old.
Huddled under a pine tree.
He was trembling.
Her teeth were chattering.
I squatted down slowly.
“That’s good. I’m here,” I said.
Her teeth were chattering.
“Don’t be afraid.”
I took off my raincoat and wrapped it around him.
I leaned over very close.
“Don’t be afraid,” I said. “I will protect you.”
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