You are tortured by English, plucking your hair at those setbacks. Sometimes you find in horror that you are barely able to start small talks and wonder what is wrong with you, sometimes you are in excellent mood, even surprised at your fluent response in a conversation; Sometimes you can enjoy a whole movie without looking at subtitle, sometimes you have no clue what is going on. Looking around, you are secretly gleeful that most new immigrants are like you or even worse. You wonder how much you can achieve this lifetime.
You find it more and more difficult to help your 12-year-old son with his English, who is reading a book much thicker than yours. You try to burge in a talk that your son is having with his pals to show parental care and affection, only left feeling like idiot that they are speaking too fast to catch up with.
You find it more and more difficult to help your 12-year-old son with his English, who is reading a book much thicker than yours. You try to burge in a talk that your son is having with his pals to show parental care and affection, only left feeling like idiot that they are speaking too fast to catch up with.