One of my favorite things about our trip was visiting our old house on Percival Street. Zara, the little girl who lived downstairs, was my saving grace so many days when we lived in Freetown. When I would come home from a long, tiring, stressful day, I could just go sit and play with Zara and feel it all melt away.
When we first walked into the house this time, Zara ran out to greet me and gave me a huge huge. That one moment made the whole trip worthwhile.
This is Zara and another little girl that was at the house:
This is Ishmael--we didn't even recognize him, he's grown so much!
This is Ishmael--we didn't even recognize him, he's grown so much! 
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