With the volleyball, Perla's the one with the wildest bump with the only intention to get that ball back over the net. We call her "Little Perla" because she's the smallest of the two, but sometimes I call her
mi amor.
I asked her a couple of months back now, "Hablas ingles?" and she shook her head. But in spite of her bad English and my worse Spanish, we've still been able to do our days together.
When she got straight 10s on her report card, she came knocking on our door - we couldn't have been more proud.
In the evenings when we gather to sing, she sits in the chair right next to mine with a voice full, and monotone, and lovely.
Saturday mornings she hops in the van with a cheek-to-cheek smile and we head out to share "desayuno" with neighbours. This past month, heart shaped sugar cookies were part of the menu, just a reminder to keep on living and loving.
