Others are born tough.
He stared intently into my camera and slowly brought his handkerchief up toward me, as if he was readying to wipe my lens.
Quietly, he said, “Enough.”
I stopped, lowered my camera and for a split second, we eyed each other warily.
Then suddenly, he bounded off past me and dived into his mother’s arms and shyly hid behind her.
As we walked away, he continued to watch us. I never could quite figure out what was going on behind those eyes.