By the age of 3, I spoke fluent Spanish. Fluent, that is, in a 3-year old’s brain who sits around listening to her parent’s best friends, the Castillos, speak Spanish to each other. It became a novelty. I don’t remember that phase of toddlerhood, but somewhere packed in a long ...
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