“cariño, where is my…?”

pablo was still trying to learn english, he had already gotten pretty good at it but he would occasionally forget a few words.

“camiseta de fútbol…” he thought to himself as he tried to remember the word in english.

“my football shirt?” he asks after a while, a smile forming on his face as he was proud of himself for remembering the words. he had a very thick spanish accent and you always liked that about him.