Sunday Letter: Neighbors
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I am learning Telugu. It looks like this: ఇరుగు-పొరుగువారు Listen Her mother is quiet, but has this glow about her when she talks about her children - don’t all mothers? She looks on, concerned that her daughter might be talking too much, while I smile and ask her daughter to slow down so I can listen to the sounds and say them back to her. This goes on for some time until I ask her to teach me one word a day so that we can become friends. This is my new community. Immersed in so many languages, cultures, and practices within a backdrop of mountains and trees. My new friend tells me she is afraid of nature. Dogs, cats, butterflies…even butterflies, I ask? |
Kathy Donchak
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