There is this little girl
There is this little girl who lives a few apartments down from us. She
is probably three years old. She is a cute as a button and very precocious and as
far as I can tell she hates my guts with the white hot intensity of a summer's
day in the Arizona desert.
She has an older brother. He is bilingual however she is not, therefore I call her Uni, as in uni-lingual.
You may ask why I think Uni hates me especially since she doesn't speak English
and my Spanish is limited to "alta la mano" which is the phrase my
college Spanish teacher yelled at me every day for not volunteering in
class. Well, every time I pass this little angel outside she usually stops
what she is doing cold in her tracks and scrunches up her little cherub face
until the perfect scowl is made and
starts saying things to me en el espaņol. Her enunciations and facial
expressions tell me she's not saying she loves me or telling me about her Barbie
collection. She almost spits at me.
Like I said, I don't know what Uni is saying but I imagine it is something along
the lines of "You ugly gringo man. I think you are the wicked
devil and you'd better stay away from me you evil, evil bastard monster."
It's freaky like something in a Stephen King novel.
