...that I can move past my southern accent, and pronounce words correctly.
...that I will be brave enough to try, and humble enough to want to be corrected.
...that with the little language I do possess I can begin to make friends in my neighborhood.
As, always thanks for your prayers!
The dry erase board, where things begin to make sense.
The front of school.
The back of my school. I live in the first room on the right.