Planetarium Park

September 6, 2015 

     It is late afternoon and there is almost no people in the park only an old lady with three young kids: two girls and a boy. They are no older than seven years old.  The green shirt little girl adventures into the park's small slide and slides down and climbs it up.  She seems two or three years old.  The old lady speaks to them in Spanish warning them not to fall and to be careful. I know this, because I am familiar with the language.  The little kids respond to her in Spanish no English.   A blue truck parks next to the curve and the people in it do not come out.  The little green shirt girl then tries to go up the big slide, but is unable to until the other girl that is older than her helps her up.  Afterwards, the little green shirt girl goes into the table with spring feet.  The older girl takes care of her and the little boy just stays beside his grandmother.  The little girl goes down the big slide and applauds herself.   I am admired by how she self-encourages herself. 
      The old lady then walks to the only water fountain in the park.  She is having difficulties giving them water so she walks back to their van.  As they do, they walk on the sidewalk and the little green shirt girl holds hand with the older girl and the little boy holds hands with the old lady. They then come back and the old lady seems to have what looks like a red object.  As she comes closer I notice that it is a white water bottle a red lid.  The old lady then fills it with water and gives it to the little green shirt girl.  For the moment, the little boy is crying and whining, I cannot understand what he is saying because of it.  But the old lady tells him to be patient.  The two little girls sit in the green bench behind me and they share the bottle.  The people in the blue truck never leave the truck and always seem on the phone, after a few more minutes they leave.
     The old lady then receives a phone call from the children's grandfather and  she tells them they have to leave in Spanish.  As they leave, the little green shirt girl stares at me and  I try to start a conversation in English, but the lady told me she only understood Spanish. The old lady then grabs the little green shirt girl's hand and they way walk to the van and leave.