πππ Greetings
Language, the medium that connects.
βAm I allowed to be here?β
The question didnβt arrive all at once.
It rehearsed itself first.
Oh my.
Is it hello?
Is it jambo?
Maybe ni hao?
Nobody ever told me what to say.
I worried the wrong word might close a door before it opened.
That a sound shaped the wrong way might give too much away.
I almost chose silence.
But while I was deciding, something else was happening.
Not correction.
Not instruction.
They were already making room.
βYou already are,β came the answerβ
not in words,
but in the way attention lingered.
βI donβt know how to speak like you,β I thought,
testing the sentence before letting it out.
The reply was patient.
βYou donβt need to,β it said.
βWe recognize the trying.β
And somehow, that was enough to begin.
πππ
β Planet Earth and Bhan

