Martin Etchart

"Teach me," I said.
"Zer?"
"Basque," I said.
"Say please," Aitatxi said.
"Please."
"In Euskara."
"Plazer baduzu," I said, surprised at the words that came out of my mouth.
"Untxa," Aitatxi smiled. "Zure bihotza, it remember"
The Good Oak