From Heba

Last class and a homegrown rose from little Heba, so grownup at 7, yet such a little girl too. I’ll miss that class, such fun personalities, some determined, some shy, some attention seeking (overhugged by one of them today) but all knew how to have fun. Especially when they all pretended to be the teacher. Just 5 of us today, it was a shame Abdullah wasn’t with us today, but it was a good afternoon.

A much needed lazy night on the sofa after.