The kids in the nursery class I assisted in, know three languages: persian, hebrew and english. Whenever these two little boys there talk in persian, I feel so distant from them because I don't know what they're saying. And so I tell them to tell me in english. Sometimes they do and sometimes they don't.
School's almost over for them. I'm going to miss them all. I would love to see what they'll look like when they're older.
Reminds me of watching some friends who are younger than me, grow up. My brother and I, when we were kids, were friends with some kids who use to live next door. At the time, they were one boy and two girls. And later came their other siblings. Since they are all younger than us, I was always amazed at how much they have grown. Then they moved a few blocks away and we slowly lost touch with them.
One day, this young man comes to the door wearing a suit and hat and he askes for my brother. I'm wondering who he is. Then it donned on me and I said, Z____? And he said 'Yea.'
There were a lot of kids on the block that have moved away since then. Glad we have pics from back then.