An illustration of the excerpt :
Cynthia Rylant. The Islander. (DK, 1998.)
I
was a boy when I met the mermaid, and, of course, no one believed me.
It didn’t matter. I was a solitary boy — lonely, actually — and had long
given up on anyone understanding what I said or how I felt. I had lived
with my grandfather for three years, and he was a kind and gentle man,
but he could not see into a boy’s world and so could not do much more
than love me.
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