Random Musings

Okay, Since my roommate doesn't want to hear about my interesting experience.  I will tell all of you.  Okay, so I've been wanting some chinese food.  But I hadn't taken time to go.  So I told myself I was going to go today.  Then I got kind of scared, cause I didn't want to go alone, but I went, and it was okay.  It was only 5.50 and I got salad, rice, and meat stuff.  So I was alone and I brought a book but I didn't want to read it and I like to people watch instead.  So my waitress was a cute little asian girl ( I say asian cause I'm not sure where she was from I assume china, but just to be sure I say asian).  I think she was a dwarf.  Her arms were a bit short and one was kind of twisted, not much so as to be super noticeable but a bit and I'm pretty sure she was actually shorter than she was but had heels on.  She was supersweet and I liked her a lot.  So that was interesting to think about as I sat there.  Also, midway through my meal more towards the end, a boy came in that I assume is the son, brother, something.  And it was like awe, the boy child who goes to school is home and we must feed him and see how he is.  A piping hot plate of rice came up, then some fried concoction came with an older woman who looked like she could be his mother came out for a moment to speak with him.  It was all very sweet.  And I thought a few things.  First, I wonder since this is Spain and depending on how long he has been here it might be hard at school how nice it must be for him to come home and be loved on in such a manner.  The world might be cold and harsh,but at least here he's special and it's warm.  I also wondered about my waitress, if she was his sister, if she had gone to school, if she could go to school?   Her spanish seemed pretty good, so I wondered if she had been to school.  But I just hoped that she wasn't stuck there, that she wasn't unable to attend school and to do more if she wanted.  Then I thought about the mom who came from the back with the plate of fried goodies for her son, who would be her hopes and dreams of a better future for them all.  I wondered how it was for her to be live in a country whose language, I'm pretty sure, she couldn't speak and would maybe never learn.  How small her community must be and if she was happy.  The act of speaking, of communicating.  It can mean so much.  It does mean so much.