Kindnessgirl

His English is all but gone, just a few words here and there. He isn’t sure how it happened exactly, but said he just can’t remember anymore. Maybe it was his retirement this year, or no daily practice but for whatever the reason, he is returning to where he started. The language that is closest to his heart.

As I try to jog my own mind and revive my Spanish, I wonder exactly how I am going to do the two week long visit. I pretend we are in an exotic land on a sort of linguistic adventure, even though it is just my kitchen. While I fumble through, my daughter seems to have no problem at all.

He sits beside her and she brings him her beloved red boots. She climbs on his lap as if she’s done it a million times before even though this is only the second time she has ever seen him in her short little life. He gently slides each foot in and she wiggles off, and then holds out her hand…read the rest here.