Compa~nera (Companion)
I boarded a flight to Mexico this past Saturday. As I buckled my seatbelt, I realized I had two empty seats next to me. Woo hoo, I thought to myself. Then I heard a flight attendant ask a man in the next aisle if he could move to the aisle seat and let a little girl have the window seat. The girl looked afraid and was traveling alone. I asked the attendant if the girl wanted to sit with me. The attendant was elated and said yes. She was appreciative I could accompany Stephanie on the four hour flight. Stephanie, 7 years old, spoke Spanish. I was thankful God placed me on Stephanie’s journey to help her. We soon became compa~neras (companions) on a journey to Mexico. We shared snacks, talked about flying, the clouds and shared about family. She couldn’t wait to hug her mami (mother) and see her abuelita (grandmother). I was on my way to Mexico to study Spanish for a few month...