Seeing my mother's red shoes disappear, I almost leaped up screaming again, but then, the boy next to me said, Calmate, in Spanish, we're going to be okay, mano. I turned and looked at this boy. My God, his Spanish sounded so soft and comforting, and he was the most darkly handsome boy that I'd ever seen. His eyes were as large and beautiful as a goat's eyes. Looking at him, I stopped crying.
Burro Genius: A Memoir (2004)