I was on my way to a gathering with a friend, but before we arrived there, I pulled over to the side of the road where a woman and her daughter were selling cherries.
I wasn’t craving cherries much, but I just wanted to support my people.
“Hold on, I’m gonna’ go get me some cherries.” I said to my friend, and then approached the cherry-stand, and in Spanish said to the woman, “4 Crates, please.”
The woman looked down to face her daughter, which was when I realized that the woman didn’t speak Spanish, so her daughter was her translator.