I’ve made a lot of compromises to live in harmony – it’s a necessity for any household, especially a bi-cultural one. Most of the compromises cease to even feel like compromises because I’ve embraced them to the point that they’ve become second nature, but there is one thing that still makes me a little crazy.
The phone rings, I answer it.
“Hello?” I say.
“Hello?” I say again.
Nervous shuffling. Someone is there but they aren’t answering me.
I sigh, knowing what I must do.
“Aló?” I say – as if English is not my native language.
Suddenly the caller comes to life speaking rapid-fire Spanish, now confident that they haven’t accidentally called a gringa’s house.
The next time the phone rings, I sigh.
“Aló?” I say, cutting to the chase.
On the other end, I hear my Anglo mother giggle.