I don’t want to forget the bright eyes that looked up at me in the middle of a rainstorm, soaking wet and laughing. I don’t want to forget the way she silently slipped her hand in mine as we walked to Sunday school together. I don’t want to forget the way they watched me, wondering if I knew they were watching. I don’t want to forget the games they included me in and the way their laughter pierced the bright blue Kenyan sky. I don’t want to forget the dreams she whispered to me in that moment that was only ours. Mostly, I don’t want to forget how we’re the same, you and I.