“Go watch Elliott,” Richard said to me very seriously.
I stepped into the kitchen in our tiny wooden jungle home
and looked out onto the back patio where Elliott liked to play in the big water
basin. He was three and a half and full of imagination and wonder at all the
things the world had to offer. I watched as he played contently, then glanced
up into the virgin jungle behind our home. Then a smiled spread across his face
as he waved enthusiastically. That’s when my own smile faded.