An old soul

Each day since our first walk to work, we have come across the same beautiful girl dressed in her red and white uniform on her way to school. She is about seven years old. On the first day our paths crossed she walked straight towards me, exuding confidence, stuck out her hand to shake mine and asked, "Hi, how are you?". Each day I see the same girl and our interactions have become more intimate and less complex. We see eachother from a distance and smile and wave. As we move closer together we each extend a hand. I reach down towards her small outreached palm. As we stride past eachother, our hands touch briefly in the typical Rwandese style. That is all. I look forward to this brief encounter every morning as it has become like meeting up with an old friend each day I walk to work....I suspect this young girl is an old soul.