One week in my Bible study, we had this guy named Valley. On the first day, I told him he had a great name, and I asked him if he knew where he got it from. He told me he was adopted from Russia, along with three other boys and girls, when he was eight years old. I told him his story was awesome.
From then on, he always spoke to me when he saw me, and we spent a lot of time together. At the start of the week, he didn’t sing or do the motions during chapel. But I picked at him about it, and then he started doing the motions. I would look at him from the stage while singing and he would smile and squint his eyes, letting me know he was doing the motions. On the last day, someone asked him if he would be back next year. “I will if he comes back,” he said as he pointed to me. I might’ve made his week, but he gave me my favorite moment of the summer.