For a week, a Vietnamese woman with limited English speaking skills and minimal computer knowledge came into the library to complete an online cosmetology test. I helped her log onto the testing site every day and answered technical questions for her during her allotted two hours.
At the conclusion of the week, she brought me a basket of candy, Vietnamese dried fruit, a postcard that displayed a Buddhist deity, and an small card with $7.00 in it.
I explained I was not allowed to accept gifts. She reached out, touched my expanded belly and said: “For your baby.”
I returned the presents and was the recipient of yet another patron hug.
