The English Notebook

On one of my visits back to the village, I was sitting outside a family’s house, talking as best I could despite the language barrier. Around us, a handful of children watched on curiously.

One girl stood slightly apart from the others.

She held a notebook tightly against her chest, a pen tucked inside. She seemed hesitant to come over, so I pointed towards it, curious to see what she was carrying.

Without saying a word, she walked over and opened it.

Inside were pages of English exercises. She turned each page while I read through the words and sentences she had written. She watched closely as I nodded and pointed out a few corrections, but never spoke.

When we reached the end, I handed the notebook back.

For a moment, she just stood there. Then, almost in a whisper, she looked up and said,

“Thank you.”

Her English was almost perfect.

Whenever I look at this photograph, I don’t think about the portrait first. I hear those two quiet words instead.


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