"MAMA! Come here!" Maria screams her lungs out. "I think Sarah just hit her head hard!" Maria looks at me, her eyes popping out in disbelief.
"What Maria?" Mama comes running behind her and when her eyes land on me, her mouth hangs open and she drops the seeds that were in her gloved hands.
"Mama, do you see what I am seeing?" whispers Maria to mama, loud enough for my ears but mama seems dazed at her view. "Look how engrossed they are with each other. They don't even notice the world around them."
"The teacher kept complaining about their horrible fights in the class for three weeks and last time she complained… I think it was three days ago." mama scratches the back of her head.
"She always called him a brat and now look she is calling him by his name... No way! Did you hear that? She nicknamed him too! She called him D!" Maria utters in disbelief.
