Posted by kristenjoy on:
I'm a visitor at a danza (Aztec dance) in honor of the Day of the Dead, dia de los muertos, commemorating the location where South Central Farms once flourished. A small child comes up to me and says "hola!"
"Hola!" I reply. "Como estas?"
"Bieeeeeeeeen." He says.
"Cuantos anos tienes?" I say, asking how old he is.
He looks at my blue eyes and has a curious look on his face. He drops the Spanish. And in perfect English, he says to me " I am four. But if I was your age, I'd say it's none of your business!"
I'm humbled, laughing, admiring his intelligence.
(And I'm NOT that old!).