LESOTHO, Luxembourg — As a young man, I remember watching a movie on a small television in my hotel room.
It was a small, old-fashioned set with a television set in it.
I had seen that movie, and it had been a wonderful movie.
I loved the movie, too.
It had a story, and I liked it.
And then it was over, and my mother said, “I’m sorry.”
My mother was an English teacher in Luxembourg.
I think I was about 11.
But I didn’t really understand her English, so she said, very softly, “Your brother has a very big accent.
He speaks very slowly, and he can’t use his right hand to speak English.”
So my mother was very confused.
She didn’t understand what she was saying.
And so I got very upset.
And that was the beginning of my language learning disorder.
At first, I didn