Lost Again
I did it again. I left the cafe and made it
to my street. Deep in thought, a small boy greets me "bon soar" I
respond, so proud of myself for using the afternoon greeting, not the morning
greeting.
He says something to me in Creole and I tell him, “I don’t understand
a damn word you are saying, I only speak English.". He is now frantically
pointing at a house. I look at the house but I can’t figure out what he wants
me to see. I dismiss him and turn to move on.
But the laughter catches my
attention. I look again and recognize everyone on the porch. This is my house.
I think the Haitian must think I am an idiot and I think they may be right.
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