When I first moved to Bundi, local kids would call to me using every name but my own. “Anna,” “Jenna,” never Alanna; I just arrived. Now they know my name and it makes me so happy. Anytime they see me walking around, they shout my name with excitement. I usually just smile and wave, but my heart does a little happy dance. It’s not me they adore so much, it’s the context they know me in, the B4B library. As I unlock the gate approaching the library, little ones come running. A few give me big hugs before they crowd around the library door. We quickly wash hands, the few who have them remove their shoes, and they race inside to claim a chair or spot on the rug. It’s inspiring how they devour books. Only a couple can read a word or two, most hold the books upside down, but their excitement never fades. They love this library. They love the pictures, the stories, the room itself. After a couple hours, the little ones usually start playing on the floor or sleeping on the rug. I don’t mind; I’m not a true librarian. This room is a safe room, a clean, comfortable room where they can be at peace. I’m not sure how long this level of excitement will last, but I don’t see an end to it soon. And I don’t see an end to the joy and excitement I feel every time I open the door, read a new book, or just hear my name called across the way.