Crinkled pages that might have been tossed away by an untrained eye are kept safe. Life painted and told in the beautiful song of his first language. Some speak with words. He has trained the swirl of the sounds and whispers he first heard as he slept between two worlds in the safety of my belly. They cover pages with words from the heart. They bring laughter with their unfiltered look. He has a gift. He could just tell us but this will do just fine. Fine for now. Fine forever.