Why? I did not know.
I did not know why.
Perhaps it was all the vulnerability that was suddenly before me, and that I did not ask for, and did not want. That I did not want the burden of. I did not want to look at it, and it made me angry.
"Look here Jose" I said. "Your eye. Your eye......
And then I thought: Tu O Ho. Tu oho. It is a problem. And why was it not fixed?
Fixed. It could have been fixed.
He smiles, and how can he smile?
And why are you here? And why do you stand before me? Working?
Why?
Why do you send money home to you father, who cannot walk anymore?
To a bank in a bad country, as you say, with bandits waiting outside the bank to rob your old father, who cannot walk, but waits for your money that you send home.
You father, that could not fix your eye. Your Oho.
And you taught me the word, and now I am angry. Angry at you.
Why are you here in the first place?
And why am I here?
Jesus, pronounced: "Hay seuss", has a bad tooth, and tells me about it.
Jesus calls it: Pour de de da. It is rotten, and I try to tell Jesus that pulling the molar will be fast and suave, but that other teeth will move, and that other teeth will shift around the tooth that is rotten or pour de dee da.
"Jesus" I said: Do you have a cavity?
A cavity? And cannot the diente or dentist fill the tooth, or do a root canal?
Jesus only partially comprehends.
I was confused and and angry, and then I looked over towards Jose, who was working away, as always,and thought......
There must be......
there must be.......a fix. A soluton....an answer....
a Doctor.
A Doctor. A yes.
A Dentist. Yes.
A Doctor. A Doctor.
And, and eye doctor. Yes.
A Doctor.
