"Waterchild" by Edwidge Danticat
She took off the white sneakers that she wore at work, and remained standing to watch the last few minutes of a news broadcast. It wasn’t until a game show had begun, that she pressed the playback button on her beeping answering machine. Her one message was from Eric; her former beau, suitor, lover, the near-father of her nearly-born child. “Allo? Allo? Hello?” he stammered, creating his own odd pauses between Creole, French, and English, like the electively mute, newly arrived immigrant children whose worried parents brought them in for consultations even though nothing was wrong with their vocal cords.