“Kuto, come here,” Sierra Leone called out to her son as he played in the dirt with his friends. Kuto turned and ran towards his mother, a big smile on his face.
“Yes, Mama?” he said breathlessly.
“I need you to help me carry some water from the well,” she said, handing him a black bucket hat to put on his head. “It’s going to be hot today.”
Kuto nodded eagerly and took the bucket from his mother. His hair was carrot-colored and stuck out in all directions under the hat. He had a Balbo beard that made him look like he was always scowling, but when he smiled, as he did now, it lit up his whole face. He was wearing a grey hoodie that was too big for him and hung down almost to his knees. It was one of Sierra’s favorites because it had been her husband’s before he died.