I was hesitant to read this story, even months after purchasing it, because it seems most stories written about Africa broadcast it in a negative light. So after scrolling through my Kindle collection I lingered on this story again and decided to plunge in. I wish I'd read it sooner. I wondered throughout the story at what point would I have given up, let hopelessness and despair suck me under. I wondered could I be as brave and selfless as Salva. I'd like to think I could. While I mourned for Salva for the loss of his brothers, his uncle, and his childhood, I rejoiced in his perseverance, his dedication, the friendships, and the love he discovered along his journey.