When I was 9, I went to Health Camp to heal my skin.

In the last few weeks I was there I met a boy called Andrew.
He would casually wait on the jungle gym outside my class for me. Once he had even saved half a Moro bar to share with me. No-one had ever done that before.

I don’t remember making the arrangement to meet up and was always surprised when he kept being there. We never talked but I've never forgotten the feeling of ‘soulness’ I had when I was near him. There was an odd sensation of being snug inside him, watching the world through our eyes.

My time was cut short and I was sent home yet I never pined for him.

But I've always wondered about him and vowed to remember his name by his initials AB.