One of the many little Eens I worked with this past week at ELC school in Bangkok arrived at my classroom one morning with the most wonderful braids in her hair.
Given the hair, and the fact that she kept poking her nose into my Box of Whispers prop and hugging Prospero the Owl (immortalized in puppet form), I actually began to wonder if she was indeed an Een . . . who knows? She said she had to fly away and so wouldn’t see me for the rest of my time at the school!
Between the Cracks of Here and There 