For a moment, it is quiet around the table. Then, for the first time, the young boy speaks.
— Are you from far, sir?
He looks into your eyes with understanding, and now the wall between you and the family has fallen and all that is left is for you to explain yourself.
And you do. The young boy nods along between bites of rice—it is a humble meal, but one you appreciate—and once or twice he turns to his mother to explain what you have said.
Your tale approaches the present, and you stop suddenly, unsure of how to conclude. The young boy finishes for you,
— And now, sir, you are here with us.
You wonder how such a young boy can act with such grace.