We walked and explored through the tight-knit maze of stilted shacks on this tiny disaster prone island. There was a feeling of unease as we were met with unwelcoming sad looks from the weathered faces of the elders. We walked by the shacks and looked into the darkness of each where most families took cover from the blistering sun. Conversations stopped and stares held, felt behind our backs after passing with forced smiles. Curious from hearing faint nonstop giggling we followed ducking and weaving through until we see this couple of young kids underneath their shack. The pants less brother was furiously swinging his sister that was tucked up in the bed sheets of their makeshift swing. There wasn’t a worry in the world for them! The girl would lift herself with both arms to face us just so we could see the absolute joy on her face. Their friendly parents had come out smiling ear to ear from the contagious sounds from their kids. After a while I pointed to the camera which I had been trying to hide. The nod and hand gesture of approval was given and I snapped these two shots.