"Hola Guapo."
Hey there handsome.
"Hoy te toca con nosotros!"
Today you come to our class!
"Si, si, por la ultima hora, vendre yo"
You got it, I'm coming for the last rotation.
"Vale, adio"
Okay, bye.
Most days that's all Juanjo and I say to each other. Short and sweet. He reminds me without failure and without error when I teach English to his class. He is one of my darlings, curly brown hair, sleepy eyes and a soft smile.
He's also highly autistic and mentally challenged. He speaks no English, can barely read and write in Spanish. He's innocence itself. I'm not sure what he'll do in Spain, with no resources, no skills and the inability to interact socially. But despite his many challenges, his memory trumps that of all his classmates. And somehow I've been lucky enough to find a place in amongst his memories.
Juanjo, you remind me that remembering someone is so much more than simply not forgetting them.
thank you...
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