My Son

“Legacy”? I don’t fully grasp the word still. Let others rather articulate it for me someday. But this is what I have–a heavenly gift–a son. He was only nine years old when God gave me him. Now he’s sixteen. I featured him twice in this blog. 

He was the youngest learner, at thirteen, who joined my TESOL training. He was no different than the rest, the best trainee in fact. He was the youngest translator I worked with–just twelve. And he was the youngest teacher I trained, at 13, the world could imagine. He’s my dear son!