Yes.

"Yes," she says as she places her hand in mine and slightly bends her knee. Shyness lowers her eyes even as brave curiousity pulls her toward me. Greeting finished, she turns and runs away, pulling up her cloth to shield the rain, tugging along a smaller child, or sucking the sweetness of a mango. Glancing back, I catch her eye, am gifted with her smile.
.
"Yes," she said so softly. I wonder if Earth herself is blessing me. Who am I that she should bestow such favour?