rain of secrets

I was bored today at work, reading the SLO County New Times, and there was a section called the fiction 55, the basic premise to write a short story in 55 words, a tribute to Kurt Vonnegut. I liked one called:

Rain of Secrets
Star and Moon quarelled, each wanting to acquire the other's secret.
"Tell me how to shine like you," said Moon.
"Tell me how to dream like you," Star replied.
Their voices fell as rain on the planet below.
A woman who had lost her umbrella stood in the street,
hair and skin soaking with secrets.

Currently, my life consists of restaurant work - I'm employed as a waitress, cashier, and the ocasional dishwasher and busboy. I work at a mexican restaurant called Tio Alberto's, and so far it's been my favorite job in food service yet, and those jobs haven't been few. My spanish is just enough to scrape by, and a lot of times, it's worse than that, confined to small phrases, unconjugated verbs, incorrect grammar, and single vocab words: tengo hambre, quiero un pescado fajeta taco, por favor. para aqui? o, llevar, senor? And my comprehension of the language is horribly slow, i am retarded, quite literally, when it comes to understanding espanol. cook: "deseas la cebolla en tu burrito?" me: "eh....uh....cebolla? oh! si!"