I just got done doing my spanish homework with my host mom, Gregoria Rutti, at the dinner table. We were the last ones left as mi papa and my brothers went to sleep. Our eyes were closing but we kept talking/enjoying each other's company. In time we both washed the dishes, turned off all the lights and decided to go to bed. I always hug and kiss my mom goodnight. Tonight she opened up her arms to give me a hug and I couldn't help but take a mental snapshot of that moment. She is just such a good mom. We both didn't let go for a while and I thanked her for being my mom. She said, "Gracias para estar mi hija." ("Thank you for being my daughter.")
The point of this blog is - I really love my mom here in Peru. How can I ever be homesick when she makes me feel right at home? I never called her "momma Gregoria," "Senora Rutti" or just "Gregoria." I debated what would be appropriate/less awkward when we were informed we were living with host families. From day one, I chose to call her "mom" and you know what? I'm happy I did...because I genuinely love her like one.
Buenas noches, mundo maravilloso. :-)
The point of this blog is - I really love my mom here in Peru. How can I ever be homesick when she makes me feel right at home? I never called her "momma Gregoria," "Senora Rutti" or just "Gregoria." I debated what would be appropriate/less awkward when we were informed we were living with host families. From day one, I chose to call her "mom" and you know what? I'm happy I did...because I genuinely love her like one.
Buenas noches, mundo maravilloso. :-)
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