On a warm summer afternoon, a young girl quietly sits on the couch in the living room. The sixth of eight children, she is barely five years old. She watches as her mother rushes from room to room in their small home. Her mother comes to a stop in front of her.
"What's wrong, mother?"
Flustered, her mother says, "Oh! I've looked everywhere, but I just cannot remember where I left the baby!"
Confused, the young girl replies, "But mother, you're holding her!"
Her mother looks down to see the baby sleeping soundly in her arms. She smiles and gently lays the infant in the young girl's arms. "Take the baby, dear. I think I need a nap."
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
This afternoon, I was changing my clothes as part of my getting-ready-to-go-to-class ritual. I live on the third floor, so I thought it was safe to leave the blinds open just where the air conditioner juts out in the window. Much to my surprise, I looked up to see the maintenance man's face appear in the window. He was fixing the gutter, or something. I was incredibly embarrassed because I wasn't dressed. I quickly closed the blinds and proceeded to laugh.