Mi hermanita Celia
So I'm back to work (if we can call it that ... the girls are just as sweet, kind, and funny as I remember) but the first week has been a little different. C and J had to take Natalia to some appointments this week so each morning was spent solely with big sister Celia. Although she is super sweet, kind, and funny, something has changed. She's matured. She's 8 turning 9, the same age as my students back in NY. What a fun age! They're still innocent and want to please you but can hold a conversation and get you. The attitude has not set in yet. My favorite! Haha and this begins to shine through very early. Not only has her English improved but she's even more eager than before to soak up some more and show off what she's got. What's more is that she is bilingual, so she can also teach me Spanish. She says she either wants to be a hair stylist or a teacher and I think her true calling is the latter. Not only does she answer my questions with patience and correct my mistakes with kindness, but she explains WHY that's the way it is done. A perfect teacher.
There's a reason I titled this entry hermanita (little sister) and not hija (daughter), and it is because I truly feel like I experienced what it would be like to have a little sister this week. That is what our relationship is like this time around. We gossip, poke fun, and laugh ... ALOT. It's been muy divertido
Aside from teaching each other English and Spanish, we've given each other manicures, and played with some of the games I've brought from home. We decide we won't open up some of the others because it would not be fair to Natalia. What a sweet big sister! ❤️
One of the days we were sent to él supermercado and she totally took charge with the list and the Euros in her purse. She was like a little adult. At one point she left me at the meat counter and simply said "ask for this, I'm going to get the eggs". I suddenly felt anxiety. I know I can read Spanish, but I get self conscious when other Spanish speakers are around. A habit I'm trying to break, and others I've met have assured me I should break. So I asked for it in my best Spanish accent, just to be told I need to go to a different counter! Oh well at least he understood my request right???