13The sun began its swift decent into the mountains as the Sherpa and porters set up the tents. Lama lit the fire.
“Rice and lentils!” I said, with feigned excitement. “My new favorite food.”
“Only four more days until we get to the village,” said Lama, with a mischievous smile. “But it will get more steep.”
“Are there a lot of kids in the village who don’t have parents?” I asked. I wanted to focus on the goal, not the climb. “Or who are sick?”
“Too many,” said Lama. “We help as we can.”
“How did you choose Tendra and Karma?” I asked.
“I knew their father,” he said. “I knew their need was strong. You will see it in their eyes.”
“One of my batteries is already dead,” said Mom. “I sure hope we have enough juice to make this film.”
“Orange juice, wouldn’t that be nice.”
We sat outsid
