I was only eight years old when my family moved to Canada. At that time, I only spoke Cantonese. I don't recall what it was like when school started and I didn't understand what the teacher was saying. I do remember trying to cheat off the boy next to me during a spelling test, LOL! Sometimes I wonder what it is like to live in a foreign country and not being able to communicate with the locals. WAIT A MINUTE, that was me nine years ago! How quickly I forget.
Anyways, I've gotten to know the workers at the Chinese take out at Soriana. There are four of them working there. A husband and wife and two other men. Last week, the wife asked me if I could recommend a good local doctor to her. I proceeded to give her directions to the clinic that I go to when she stopped me. "I don't speak Spanish, can you go with me?" Well, duh, I had completely forgotten about the language issue. No problem, I told her, I will make the appointment for you and take you there next week.
Today, we, (the husband, wife and I) went to the clinic and received very good news. She is 3 months pregnant with her first child and I was fortunate enough to be there to help and translate. I was also there to see the first image of their child along with them. Almost makes me want to have another child, NOT! I'll just play with theirs.