2008 Putland, Somalia

You were his assistant, but to put it simply, you were just his bestfriend who decided to support him in his quest to write a book about Somali pirates.

You helped him with money, sometimes took pictures of things for him, recorded conversations with pirates.

Now Jay was hunched over his laptop, writing a new chapter of his book.

You shared a room so you were now next to him trying to adjust the fan so you wouldn't be so hot.

A little Somali boy ran to Jay because they became very close friends. Jay even taught the boy simple English words.

The boy came running this time too. You sighed heavily because you were tired.

"Hey, buddy. What's up?" Jay chuckled, ruffling the black boy's hair.

"Dad." the boy suddenly said and you started laughing.

"Hey, that's not funny. You know their men die more often because of the endless wars. He just lacks his father's attention." he crumpled the paper throwing it at you to shut you up.

You didn't think of it that way. It was just funny that the boy called him dad. Now you felt a little ashamed.