Shy ol’ me

I really regretted not speaking with these two girls on the way to the airport in Ethiopia.

I also regret not talking with this girl who’s extended family lived across the street from me. I went all thirteen years of public school without talking to her but that’s another story.

The two black girls were in what’s called a minibus with other people, my mom, and I  (Americans would call it a minivan.) There were three rows of seats not including the front seats and I was in the back with them. At the time I was fourteen years old and just finished my freshman year of high school. I had no experience talking to strange girls. I still don’t really. I remember being attracted to one of the girl’s voice and I think they were my age or a little older. I also remember one having fair skin. I had a desire to talk to them but anxiety about what to say. I don’t remember it clearly but I think I would think of something to say but couldn’t  get my self to say it, dismiss it, and then a few minutes later think of something else to say. I was nervous about how they would respond. If I could go back and speak to them I would say “hey I really think you guys are cool; can I give you my number?” and hope they weren’t psychos.

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Published by Mr. Debrezion Berhe Gebre

I write so my words and story can last longer than me. My name is Debrezion; I’m also known as Derezion, Dee or Azen. I always know where I’m at by what people call me. I enjoy church, using computers, and of course writing. I’ve been to Ethiopia twice. I was reared in California, USA but my parents are from Ethiopia. I’m lucky to be alive and I should thank God for that.

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