I don't now why but when I look at this picture I see a sad soul. But that's not how I remember him. He was a playful, happy boy who had the responsibility for his little brother and sister.
I forgot his name but I'll never forget his smile. Every morning he came to our house just to see of their was any breakfast left.
I met her at the beach in Cape Coast. She was playing with a lof of friends and she was kind of noisy, but on a real funny way. She asked me a lot of questions and put on her biggest smile when she saw my camera. Her friend in the background had her thoughts about the whole thing ;)
I really felt sorry for this kid because he didn't look to happy. I saw this kid almost every day when I went to work at school. He never smiled, never! While other kids where playing and making fun he was standing at the side. Completely ignored by the other kids.
This is referent Fianco and I was his guest for almost 3 months. I lived with his family and I called him 'my brother'. I never felt more welcome then at his house. (excluding the houses of my dear friends in Holland of course)