01-23-2015, 09:42 AM
A five year old boy was in my custody. We were not safe and I had promised to take him home, to his mother or my mother. We drove on these winding roads through a village. At about halfway, we stopped and walked up a steep hill up to a grassy outcropping where you could see the entire village below. There were two palm trees growing there and the sun was making the scenery really bright and beautiful. I told him he could come here any time and look out over the valley below just like Simba in the Lion king. We then moved on.