Florine and Lucre reflect on their relationship over the past 8 months. Though both from NPH, they had never met before the plane ride from Miami to Seattle last September. How do we move from strangers to sisters?
“Hi! Are you Florine?”, asked Nelson. “Yes, it’s me”, I replied.
Magda was seated by the window, Lucre in the middle, and Nelson…you can imagine where he was sitting? The four of us shared some cookies, and tried to know each other in the plane from Miami to Seattle. Nelson was translating for the girls what I was saying in broken English. Well, you know how communication is important, so we decided to do our first intercultural communication which was quite interesting and friendly.
Landed in Seattle, it took us more than ten minutes to find our suitcases. Thank goodness we were all together! Were we lost? Hmmmm…not really, we were just excited to visit and exploring this big airport. Would you do that for a first time? Maybe not, but we were just adventurous and curious. After taking a couple laps at the airport and finding our suitcases, we were surprised to see how many people were waiting for us. Our host families and friends. We loved it, and we were happy.
One time at the beginning of the year, we were at Malia’s place for a get-together with some of the NPH volunteers, and Lucre was taking pictures of the whole group. I wanted to delete the pictures that she took of me. I did not know how to tell her in Spanish that I want to only delete mine, and she did not either understand in English what I was telling her. We both got angry because we had a misunderstanding in that conversation. She thought that I wanted the camera, but I did not need it, I just wanted to delete the pictures. That was our first hard time.
Did we have a second one? You know, we were all different from each other, so working as a team was kind of challenging. But, we took time to get to know each other, we learned how to speak “Spanglish” because that helped us most of the time, and we even used sign language to communicate. As time was passing, things got better.
Lucre and I are maybe not the best friends in the world, but we are really good, true friends and most importantly, sisters. We now support each other every single day, we share stories, secrets…who does not share secret with a special friend? Lucre says that I am humble, but I think that she is more humble than me. She also thinks that I am bossy, and well, she is right and I am working on that. I love her. And…she says that she loves me too. Last Saturday, I forgot to take my passport with me to the ELS for my TOEFL test. Lucre took the bus and came all the way to downtown Seattle, and brought me the passport. I was able to take it because she was there for me, I won’t never forget it. Thank you mi Lucrecita! Te amo mucho!
At the end, we have struggled, we found difficulties, we were mad at each other sometimes, but we finally saw a sister in each other. Now, we only speak English, but I do speak some Spanish words sometimes just to let her know that I can speak Spanish while she is speaking English. “Hurry Florine, hurry!” That is what she says when she comes over to the Fonsecas’s place, and she has to make sure that we do not miss the bus. “I am almost done Lucre, give me five minutes and we won’t be late because we have class at 1:00”. I should ask for ten or fifteen minutes instead of five. Why? Because I take more than five minutes to be ready, so I make her run every morning to the bus stop since she is staying with me, and if we miss the bus, we will be in trouble.
The End of Lucre and Florine’s story…just for now…