" Hi, Mister," A young chap greeted me with a Spanish accent. He was a bright looking boy. He had a confused smile on his face. With his short blonde hair.
" Good day Chap, you must be Jose, ain't it?"I queried and squatted down to his level. He stared at me befuddled, but then I was smiling at him. He had a clear face and did have a resemblance to his father.
"Yes I'm Jose, how do you know my name, Mister?" He questioned with a childish voice. His left eye was slightly closed. I was about to answer, when there was a thunder clap.
I looked upwards and the clouds were forming and sure heavy rain was about wetting the soil.
"nada de qué preocuparse, chico (Nothing to worry about boy)" I said in Spanish. I learnt Spanish amongst other languages as well whilst growing up. I scoffed and pla
