Bringing the Light
KARIN WATCHED THE children playing and heard their strange mix of words in Spanish and Quechua. Sometimes she understood their shouts, “¡Apúrate! Hurry!” or “¡Espérame! Wait for me!” But most of the time their cries blended together, and she didn’t know whether they were speaking Spanish, Quechua, or a language all their own. Today, though, she needed to talk to them. She needed to find the things for Lucia soon, because time was running out.
It was already December twelfth, and before tomorrow she needed candles,
