There's a boy...

...in Bahrain who I adore so much. We fondly call him Saleh Boy. I was his first 'noun' teacher. We used to play, eat & learn together and he used to run to my room to get a hug whenever he gets scolded by his parents, my aunt and uncle. He used to love and dance to disco music and cry, really cry (with big tears!) whenever he heard slow, sad love songs. Now, he's all grown and doesn't cry anymore when he hears love songs, but keeps giving his Mom a headache, just like all teenagers do. Happy Birthday, Sal! We miss you!