My brother traps her in his arms, burying his face in her neck as he mumbles something. She smiles and looks up at me, asking with her eyes, and I roll mine, "Fine."
My brother kisses her again and I gag, walking into the kitchen and bringing Nic with me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Jackie studies him before shrugging and continuing to kiss my brother, creeping me out in the process. I take a wet washcloth and make Nic sit at the table, "Just ignore her."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands. — Ramy (Babel by R. F. Kuang)
