Kindergarten
When it was time to go to kindergarten, Nagymama and Anyu assumed that I knew enough English to get by. That was a big mistake.Growing up, everyone in my household spoke either Hungarian or Romanian. I was afraid of talking to any adults other than my mother, aunt, and grandmother, and I had never been around any other children aside from my cousins and the kids from the local Hungarian athletic club. I assumed that everyone in the world spoke Hungarian, and the TV language (English) was only used by the people and talking animals that lives inside of the television box.
On the first day of school, Nagymama walked me from our house to park around the corner. I assumed that we were going to play on the swing, but she brought me inside of big building next to the park. We walked down a long corridor and opened a door to a room filled with children running around everywhere. She waived hello to an old lady with short hair and braces that was helping a little girl glue macaroni to a piece of paper. I grabbed onto Nagymama’s legs...
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