They’re gone.
December 20th, 2007 by Dan Meyer
Kind of a bummer that the children of migratory workers must endure a migratory education. My Spanish was never lousier than when I tried to wish them well and say goodbye.
Nos vemos, chicas. Mucho gusto conocerles.
Que pena, no? Es una lastima…
Since I get called in to translate for lots of these folks as they come and go I can relate. You can tell the kids are distant, almost invisible. Then they meet the teacher that treats them like they’re worth something, and then they’re gone.
Yup, it stinks, doesn’t it? Imagine how hard it would be if you could communicate? Trust me, it’s harder because there is never anything I can do to prevent the harsh reality of that life.
Empathizing…
Chris