He gets a serious little smile as she reaches with one hand and then tucks the ball against her side.

"I kicked it. My baby and I were playing football."

A doll that is no more than a knot tied in a piece of worn out wool fabric is held up in her other hand, the roughly drawn face on it turned toward him as the little girl's smile turns to a grave frown.

"I wanted to play with Kitty, but she's hiding again."