My heart was full …

His name is Sudihnur and he is 9 years old.
We sat on the dusty, wooden, schoolhouse floor, oblivious to the mothers and babies around us.
We started at “1” and after each number he looked up at me with the most wonderful smile you have ever seen.
Slowly. Painstakingly. 1 to 100.
His mother told me how to spell his name, and we continued our lesson. Sun, moon, stars, river, mother, child …
We covered the floor counting, writing, and drawing around mothers, toddlers, chairs and desks.
My heart was full.