My dad came to the U.S. during the civil war in El Salvador in the early 80s. He taught himself a lot of things while living on his own: driving, cooking, laundry, and English. He actually went to school to learn English, which explains his ability to speak properly. The only problem: his thick accent!
Some examples: this past weekend it was raining and stormy in my hometown. "Dih you hear the sunder?" It took me a while to realize that he was asking me if I heard the thunder. He has a tendency to say "sousan" for thousand, "neik" for naked, "punky" for pumpkin, and the classic "bey" for baby.
But despite his accent, his English is more proper than my mom's. And I like to rub that in her face. Hahah!
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