Assimilation often comes with pain and sacrifice
I was standing in line at a CVS pharmacy on a recent afternoon, waiting to pick up antibiotics for my youngest son, when a man grabbed my arm and looked at me with pleading eyes.
I knew before he even opened his mouth what he wanted. He wanted me to translate for him.
This happens to me often, and each time it does, I have the same nagging thought: I wish I spoke Spanish more fluently.
I speak Spanish, but not that type that slips easily through my ears and off my tongue beca...