My Sweet Friend.

Very little words are spoken, but one thing is for sure I have a sweet, little five year old friend. This little boys name is Quezada, meaning faith. I just love this little boy and if I could I would probably adopt him in a heart beat. He is my friend because ever Saturday morning when I arrive at Saturday soccer camp he is there waiting for me. He always greets me with a big smile and hug every Saturday morning. Even throughout the day he is my little shadow, following me everywhere I go. When I need to go into the tent for something, there he is grabbing onto my hand and walking with me. When I sit down, he sits next to me. Even when I leave the facility and head to the main road to get a taxi or moto there he is walking beside me.... but just like most children here, Quezada has a story. From what I do know and see, he is only five years old, wears the same clothes every day, every week, he stays at soccer camp all day with no parents to be seen, and rarely is washed or takes a bath. That is just the way of life for Quezada.