A line spiraling behind him, the man stood at the checkout — frozen.
The cashier stared, waiting for his response.
She rolled her eyes. Why is this foreigner holding up everything? Why can’t he just speak up and move on?
And I thought, I’ve been him.
Once upon a time, in a country where people spoke a language I didn’t understand, I, too, stood frozen, unable to say what I held in my heart.
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Translate