My Host Mom and Me in Our Kitchen
Every day I come home from class between 1:30 and 1:45 and the house is empty. But not for long.
Around 2:00 I hear, “¡Susana, Susana!” It is my little hermana (sister) coming home from pre-school. We play peek-a-boo and wave hello at our reflections on . . . → Read More: Lessons at Lunchtime
