Monday, August 26, 2013

New Languages/New Country

In Chile, I learned to speak Spanish.  At school you were only allowed to speak in Spanish unless you were in English class.  Even then, I didn't speak English correctly - I had an Aussie accent.  I learned to speak Spanish quickly - me and my motor mouth.  And, when I least expected it, my mother brought home another baby - another person for me to boss around and rule over.  I had my very own realm going.  You would never have known what a terror I could be - I looked like an angel.  If you didn't look into my eyes, my appearance was totally angelic.  My eyes gave it away though - I could rule with the best of them.


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