My Mother’s Name was Fatima
My roommate Lilia and I lucked out because our homestay mother, Fatima, and her 22-year-old daughter both spoke fluent French, and I did too. We only realized what an asset this was when we Americans on our trip discussed the ‘familial’ relationships we had with our homestay families. Most of the other Americans on the […]
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