On Wednesdays we are joined at recess by the other pre-k class, and the Head Start class. While playing on the ladder-bridge, K.K. slipped and fell. His older sister (by about 10 months) rushed to his side to help him up. She wrapped both her arms around his neck from behind and pulled. K.K. resisted her help. They struggled.
From the other side of the playground equipment I yelled, “Marisol, let go of your brother!” She paid me no mind. “Marisol!” I yelled, trying to navigate around the equipment and through 39 pre-k kids. “Let go of your brother!” K.K. was gagging, and struggling to get away. Marisol kept trying to lift him.
“Marisol!” I yelled one more time. I should have had my hands on her by then, but Ursula and Ariel grabbed hold of me and tried to redirect me to the monkey bars, where they needed assistance crossing.
Mr. Jim was approaching Marisol and K.K. from the opposite direction, but I reached them — finally –, just seconds ahead of him. “You’re choking your brother. Let him go!” Even with my hand on her shoulder, Marisol ignored me. I couldn’t reach K.K.. He was underneath the ladder-bridge. I didn’t want to pull on Marisol while she had K.K. by the throat. Inspiration hit. “Mari!” I snapped, “Le’go your brudda now!”
She released him instantly. Mr. Jim, one knee on the ground as he reached for K.K., stared up at me with his mouth open. I shrugged and grinned, “Ya jus godda know how talk da language,” I said.