Smoking in the girls’ room, sneaking a drink, napping
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David Yost lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and is a former Peace Corps volunteer who served in Mali, Thailand, and the United States. His stories have appeared or are forthcoming in the Southern Review, Witness, and Pleiades. He encourages those interested in learning more about the refugee-resettlement issues raised by his story in this issue to visit http://rescue.org.
My English wasn’t always this good. Once, I stood before an impatient pharmacist, touching my son’s throat and saying, “Sick,” and, “Help.” I stuttered in fear buying a bus pass or a sack of oranges. I set a microwave dinner afire on the stovetop because I couldn’t read the four sentences of instructions.