with this little girl when I was four was that I was good at memorizing things, and that I spoke English–but not the same English. She’s a born mimic. And it’s under two minutes! You’ll need to click the link twice, and it will come up.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope/ For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,/ For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith/ But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
[T.S. Eliot]
with this little girl when I was four was that I was good at memorizing things, and that I spoke English–but not the same English. She’s a born mimic. And it’s under two minutes! You’ll need to click the link twice, and it will come up.