Anderson

His name is Anderson. To him, my name ranges from "Gringa" to "Muchacha" to (my personal favorite) "Bonita". He is a little boy who is lives at the orphanage that I have volunteered at on occasion. The first time I went, he refused to go near anyone. Then, some how, he ended up sitting in my lap. After that, we were friends. Whenever he wants something, he comes to me, whether it is to play "Papa Caliente" or to help him turn on the light to go to the bathroom. He is unbelievably precious. No matter where I go, he is usually sitting in my lap or, if not, begging to be picked up. When I don't pick him up, he throws a tantrum and cries. Then, when he calms down, and asks nicely, I let him sit with me. He plays with my hands and tells me about the different people that are in front of us. He loves to just sit and watch the other older children play. This past time, when I asked him what my name was, he replied "Bonita". Melted my heart. Pictures do more justice than anything so here is the sequence of him refusing to smile and me tickling him until he finally decided he wanted to smile with me.