May 11, 2007 09:17
Mamadou and his wife enter my dad's house. I am washing my face in the kitchen sink, when Mamadou walks up beside me. He doesn't recognize me. I greet him in French, and he looks surprised. He looks even more surprised when I remind him who I am. We walk into the living room, and are greeted by my dad and brother. Chris surprises me with a stack of essays from 7th grade, all neatly printed and stapled. Then he begins handing out cash, crisp, in big bills.
A dream, a dream.
Last night, I had my final exam for French. I felt like I did really well on it, and the saddest thing was walking down the steps to the front of the theatre, and handing the test to my teacher. I really hope thats not the last time I see him.
dreams