William asked me again about my life back home. When we talk, I fall into his eyes. At times I find myself lost for words. I pretend that it’s my lack of understanding the English language. But that’s not truth.
I understand it. I’ve been speaking it since I was a child. And that seems like many moons ago.
By the first time the news broadcasts came over in English, I could already understand it a bit. Because our house guests, the soldiers, taught us well. We had to figure it out.
It was terrifying at first, those soldiers. But I was young and naive and hopeful. I thought I could fall in love with one of them. That was Henry. Because love, my friends, is a far more powerful activator than war. It was easier to fall in love back then.