Me voy manana*
Nervously, he flipped open his electronic pocket translator. His trim pink fingernails lightly pressed the tiny keys. "I am leaving today" flashed on the screen. He paused, touched his hand to his face and then forcefully wiped at his cheek. Staring out the window for a moment, he tugged on his little black-haired ponytail and scrolled to the next entry. "I am leaving tomorrow" appeared in digital print. His flannel-covered shoulders dropped slightly as his gaze returned to a place far outside the window. He shut the translator with a click and then just as quickly reopened it. Pressing the keys, he stared intently at the screen which soon read, "I am leaving tomorrow."

*I don't know Spanish, but I thought that's what I read.