WITH A CHILDISH GIGGLE, I extended my arm to aid my six-foot-tall friend, who struggled to stand straight. With feet slipping in the snow and legs involuntarily split, his skating stance wasn’t exactly graceful. Out of nowhere, a little boy appeared. With a wide grin, he offered his tiny hand to my friend, and with a slight tug, got him out of his predicament before disappearing in the snow. Such are the children of Malana, strong yet kind souls with far too much wisdom in their eyes.
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