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she asked if I spoke Spanish “poquito” I replied

can I understand? Mostly, yes, I explained.

She continued in Spanish asking if I would help her, let her know what I understood, that there was a problem at a casa. “Sure, I’ll try,” unknowingly I gave her me attention.

My understanding is good enough to know what she told me.

She told me about two children, a cousin, un primo, who is abusing his little sister, only 2 or 3, she wasn’t sure of his age, but he’s not a teen — he’s little, too. The mother leaves these children alone, maybe there was a 3rd child, too. The mother doesn’t want anyone to say anything about this.

The woman on the bus said a lot. She told me how the boy grabs the little girl, takes her clothes off. Any fine details were lost in translation. But I knew enough to know.

She wanted to give me the address, the names, the phone numbers. She kept telling me how these children are left alone.

I said she needed to call someone. She has no phone. She asked me if this situation “es no bueno, si?” “ah, si, no bueno.”

I asked if she was going to be on this bus again next week. she said she was. I couldn’t get a clear answer of where she worked. One stop before mine, a man got on and she asked him if he spoke English. Poquito again. She started her story again.

I asked him in English if I understood correctly and repeated what I believed I had gotten. He said I was right. He asked her how i could get in touch with her. She repeated again she had no phone. I did give her my number. I am not sure why.

Or what will happen or even what to do.