October 7, 2016
Day 52. There's a boy who keeps following me home, five maybe six years old. Home now is a bungalow somewhere north. Boy's name is Lenny, short for Leonardo. His parents sell fish. The first time we met, he offered to carry my fish for me. He didn't have to. I was expecting him to ask for tip but he didn't. He said he wanted to do it so he did. Everyday now he follows me home even if I don't have fish or anything from his parents. "I want to make sure you're safe," he says matter-of-factly.