Dreams
"Good Ife. Shoulders back, lunge, parry, roll." Abba looked so proud of her as Isolde worked through her paces. She steadily whacked at the fence post, the sword too long and too heavy in her small hand. But when she hit the post at the wrong angle the sword twisted from her hands, clattering along the ground. She sat down hard.
"Abba I'll never be as good as you are!" She huffed, folding her small arms across her chest. Her father sat down next to her, tucking her under his arm.
"*Bavajadas. Nonsense. I'm so proud of you Ife, you learn so quickly. You use my sword to train so it's harder. Isolde you will be a great warrior one day. But today you must learn to be great tomorrow." Her father spoke quietly, ladino phrases rolling off his tongue. He insisted that she learn languages her whole life but when it came to encouragement he stuck to basics, the words his grandparents used when he was a boy.
"Abba, I wish tomorrow would come faster. I want to be a *laoch mór, like you!" She squealed. Her father ruffled her hair.
"One day Ife, you will be an even greater warrior than I."
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Translation:
*nonsense in ladino
*warrior in gaelic
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