This is my host mother, Fatiha, and I could not have asked for a kinder and nicer person to take care of me in this new country for the first couple months. And I am not exaggerating when I say "take care of me." She will do laundry with any clothes she can find of mine and she will find me anywhere in the house that I am studying or reading to bring me the coziest blanket imaginable. She found my long john's pants with the huge holes in them while I was gone for a few days, and when I returned I found them folded in my room, stitched and easily mistaken as brand new. She calls me her "son" and has been amazing for making this transition to a new country and a new culture a very smooth one.
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