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The rest of the afternoon blurred into one long endless repetition。 Finally the bell rang as a relief。 As she led her students out the door they walked behind her as baby chicks3 returning to their fold。 She noticed that their mother hens clucked to them behind the iron gate。 As she proceeded to walk down the corridor; the air; which rose with the musical tingle of Spanish coloring everything that touched it; greeted her。 She watched with a touch of envy as the children left her to return to those homes that probably were filled with laughter and warmth while she would once again return to the same endless march of boredom。
“Senora; un momento por favor?” she turned her head and noticed the small shriveled man; his brown face lined with a map to places only he knew。 “Thanks for helping my grandson Julio to read。” the gentleman said in his faltering broken English。 She immediately thought of Julio; who once as unreachable as a hardened walnut; slowly cracked opened to reveal the eager child inside。 She thought of the inner struggle Julio must have had as he tried to make sense of the foreign letters and the sudden joy when he had unbroken the mysterious code。 Was the grandfather the same? She looked up at this elderly gentleman; probably his grandfather; and quickly recognized the sameness of the two。 “Gracias Senora” a weathered hand came out and firmly grasped hers with warmth that radiated from his soul to hers。 Just as abruptly he removed his hand and
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