Of all my students, Fahti is my biggest fan. He asks for me when I'm not there, and when he knows I am coming he waits for me in the yard or door way. I am greeted with hugs and smiles and laughs. We play together a lot, and it is fun for both of us. His Turkish is above my level, but often I understand what he is saying. He picks up English a lot and chatters away in his made-up language just as much. He gets jealous when Mom calls me away or when I pay attention to his baby brother. Sometimes when I leave he cries and clings to me and say things (in Turkish) like "Lark Teyze (Aunty), don't leave me!". Other times he can't be bothered and just says "Bye-bye" as if he is telling me, "if you want to leave us it is your loss, so go on and go." Love love love him! What a joy. :D Sometimes when we read Starwars, Spiderman, and Batman books together he snuggles up with me and falls asleep. Other times we have endless duals, shoot-outs, or trampoline jumping (hey why not? It is a great chance to practice counting in both languages). His favorite is when I die, so I have many opportunities to rehearse dramatic deaths. In this case, I bring a sword to a gun fight.