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Do you ever look at someone and wonder what they are thinking?
Yea, me too.
I not only do this for people but animals. Mostly my dogs and the cows when they look at me. Do they know they are a cow, and I am a human?
Do they think as many thoughts as I have in the second? I look up and see them staring at me, chewing their cud. I wonder, are they just thinking about how delicious the grass is, or are they wondering what I am?
Do they have a name for me as I have named them? Mr. Bull, Blanquita, Mamacita, and then there are two I have not named. Do they look at me and call me gringa, or maybe la mona like everyone else here calls me?
Except for the neighbor kids, they call me Sara. I wasn’t sure they knew my name until I was inside writing today, and I heard my name from the street.
The three neighbor boys wanted to know if they could have a bag of lemons from the tree; of course, I picked some had a little chat, and they went on their way.
The cows watched this exchange, all with big eyes staring at me. Are they wondering why it is noon, and I still have on my pajamas?
