Adjective. An object easily broken, damaged, or destroyed; a person who is not strong or sturdy, but rather delicate and vulnerable.
Language is not the only barrier when visiting foreign lands. What they don't teach you that is equally important is geography, and sense of direction. Say, for example, when you are in Cancun, Mexico, 17 years old, eight weeks away from high school graduation. You and 30 or so of your fellow classmates you inaccurately call friends are staying at a resort, unsupervised. Days are spent poolside, drinking overpriced, watered down margaritas. Your nights are spent in dance clubs, liquor like water into your bloodstream.
In pesos, none of it seems expensive, but you are already paying a price. You just don't know it yet.
Say you and your girlfriend decide you are bored at Club X, and want to go to Club Y, where the cuter, cooler group of boys from school are tonight. Say you hail a cab and jump into the front seat, your friend in the back. She is smoking a Marlboro Light. You just finished yours. Say the driver looks not at you, but through you and your tan, teen body, short white sundress printed with small pink flowers. Say he keeps one hand on the wheel, the other darting between your legs. Say suddenly, something is inside you.
Say you look up and realize you aren't headed towards Club Y. You don't know where you are headed.
Say it doesn't matter what the word is in Spanish for stop. Or help. Or save me.