The night Maya and I, and seven others in my family, arrived to Republica Dominicana, my brother Seppi asked for our attention. As he stood behind two rocking chairs on the porch, he lifted his hands. Now, before I continue, let me tell you one thing about Seppi. He lives
While I drove us back down south to Ruidoso, David copy-interpreted from the passenger seat what I was signing. He did this so Maya could see what I was signing since she was sitting in the back. At one point, I giggled. David “interpreted” my giggle by mimicking my giggle.