"I was thinking of going for a swim, would you like to come?" Miguel asked Gemma as he put away their dishes.
"Where?"
"There is a lake just behind the house." Miguel said.
"I don't know how to swim," Gemma admitted looking down at her fingers. She felt ashamed to admit that she can't swim, because swimming is a survival skill, something that she is supposed to possess, but she doesn't, because when her mates were learning how to swim, her mother wouldn't allow her to go near a swimming pool because one of her brothers, had drowned to death when he was little, and her mother was scared same fate was going to befall Gemma.
This happened way before Gemma was born, but her mother still feared the worst.
"For real? You can't swim?"
"No," Gemma shook her head. She had expected him to laugh just like everyone else does when they got to find out, but he didn't.
Instead he said, "I will teach you then."
