Wilne!

I love little Wilne from Chichigua! A while ago I posted a picture of him taking a bath in a bucket. He doesn't like me, generally. Our conversations (in Creole and Spanish) go like this:
Me: HEY WILNE!!!
Wilne: I'm not your friend

And that's it. But recently he's decided that he likes me! And I have photographic proof:


love the outfit!


tickling him


i look like a crazy gringa forcing a Haitian baby to play with me!

Also, just after this photo was taken, he raised his hands for me to carry him! Ahh, I just love this boy!


This was the first day that he decided he liked me!


I was SO excited! It was a victory!!

Wilne's little life hasn't been the easiest. His mama died of TB when he was just a baby and a neighbor took him in. He's had head fungus and skin infections since all of his life. And a lot of the older kids pick on him. But to me, he is just precious. And he can tell me as many times as he wants that we're not friends because I know that deep down he loves me!!

This is what he looked like when I first met him:


Ahh! Presh