I will never question my worth when I am misunderstood
“I didn’t understand what you said,” said the waitress.
“She very clearly said she wanted a quesadilla with a side of beans!” yelled an elderly gentleman at a different table.
The nervousness that arose when ordering food at restaurants grew as months passed like the fetus of a diabetic mother. My thoughts would race around what words to pick and how to pronounce them. My cheeks flushed as I stuttered sounds that …
