It’s a beautiful, but hot day somewhere in New Mexico. We’ve been on the road for over a week and Sara, 7, is getting cranky. There is a bit of a culture shock happening, the food is too spicy for her delicate (picky) palate and it seems to frustrate her immensely that she can’t understand everything that is happening around her, let alone communicate with people.
Hoping to lighten the mood, I put on one of her favorite CDs with French songs from home. The whining stops and there is complete silence in the backseat. Then a hesitant whisper, in French, to the older sister: “Are you hearing this, too?”
“Of course”, she says and laughs. “Oh, good” says the little relieved voice. “Then it’s not just in my brain.”