Slowly, I walk down the grocery store’s aisle. A few frost proofed layers are laced up when, some steps away, a little girl points over her left shoulder calling for – Äiti! – and smiling back at her mother. The exclamation felt to me as if it was my very own first time calling for mother and instantly drew a smile over my face; the second simply ran after the first and predicted the third. In months, I think it was the first utterance of local syllables starting and ending with a pause that I understood, natively.
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