“Good Evening Sister"

There is a family that lives in a small house just next to the path I take home. I’m not sure how many they are but there are a lot of small boys. When I pass I hear a chorus of ‘Good Evening Sister! Good Evening Sister!’ If I have more than one bag in my hands they will race barefoot to help, pushing each other out of the way. Having secured my bag/s my little helper will then strut proudly at my side for 10 meters until I reach my gate. Then he’ll sprint off back to whatever game/hard manual labour he was involved in.