“Laughing in a language I don’t understand, but I love them”

We just met, but it was as though we had met before. Her warm glow filled the room. We cooked, we ate and we laughed. She told stories about her sons and their school, and her husband and his work. We related on so much even though we were from two different worlds. She has days when she struggles to eat; yet every day, I never doubt whether or not I will have food on my plate. She stays inside most of the time, and if she goes out, her beautiful face is hidden. I go out every day. She didn’t go to school past 5th grade. I sometimes wonder when I’ll be done. There is no bathroom in her home. I have two. 

And yet, with the differences between us, and the language that separates us, we laughed together….

 

 

…To be continued.

~ by walkaroundtheworld on July 25, 2008.