Georgi the Boy From Russia

On a quite Saturday morning, I decided not to take the usual stroll, instead I took my nephew Claudio to the neighborhood's playground; so proudly, he carried his brand new basketball; delightfully crisp was the spring air... there were pleasant sounds from everywhere... I did not see a kid who was alone or sad. Georgi, the boy from Russia, was very tiny, but had a gorgeous face a witty smile and seeing Claudio and a black kid play basketball, he asked his dad, a military guy so confident and tall, if he could join them... he agreed and that kid sprang, taking the spot that was mine. To my surprise, Georgi didn't speak a word of English, but spoke Russian; he must have arrived in the Unites States recently, and he communicated with gestures very well... making words unnecessary. I noticed, children don't have to speak the same language to understand one another and express love through their innocence, isn't it amazing? Written on May 28/ 2013