The young man walked into Apartment 7 with his characteristic swagger.
He looked at me and gestured.
Where have you been, he asked with his hands.
I made the American Sign Language symbol for “job.” I wanted to explain how busy life had been — the personal and professional reasons that had kept me from stopping by his house for so long. I hoped that one word — one of the only sign language symbols I knew — would suffice.
He shrugged his shoulders and waved me back to his room. It had been nearly a year since I’d seen Har Sin, a refugee from Burma. But his nonchalance about my arrival made it feel like I had just seen him yesterday.