On more than one occasion when I felt lonely, a tiny hand crept into one of mine, and I looked down to see a smiling face that seemed so happy to see me even though I could not communicate very well.
Vahel, kui tundsin end üksikuna, puges kellegi väike käsi mulle pihku, ja alla vaadates nägin särasilmset last, kes oli nii õnnelik mind nähes, hoolimata minu kehvast suhtlemisoskusest.