One is five.
One is ten.
One is a girl.
One is a boy.
One is South African.
One is American.
No Siblings to tell us what to do!
Five to ten movies pulled off the shelf.
We can control the remote!
Only the favorite scenes are watched.
Three movies later they settle in to watch one.
Mom says, “No more TV!”
Out the door they go.
Too many bugs at the garbage pit!
“Can we have the matches?”
They take out the garbage.
They light the pit.
They throw the papers in one at a time
Waiting for them to burn.
They use sticks to encourage the fire.
They pick strawberries and wash them.
They eat a few and bring the rest into the house.
“Do you like this?” (Pomegranate)
“No.”
“It is good.”
Knife comes out of pocket.
Pomegranate is opened.
“You just suck on the seed and then spit them out.”
“I know, do you like mulberries”
“Oh, yes! They are like blackberries”
Off they go to pick berries.
Shirt is pulled out and berries put in!
They to make it into the house.
They climb a tree.
They take turns climbing the light pole
With a toy gun slung over their backs.
Military training I am told.
They hunch down and dig in the dirt.
They stand around talking.
They climb the ladder to the top of the pump house.
They check out what is over the wall.
They stand around and talk some more.
Now they climb the wash line pole.
One is five.
One is ten.
One is a girl.
One is a boy.
One is South African.
One is American.
Both live in Zambia
Both are good friends!
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