A cucaracha (cockroach) welcomed me home from Paris…on my bed! I chased it for a few minutes with some fruity hairspray until I gave up and just switched rooms. We have three vacant rooms on our floor so I moved all my belongings into the room adjacent to mine. It’s bigger and nicer in general than my previous room. Now we refer to my old room as the cucaracha room, and our friend Keith likes to take siestas in there after school.
This weekend all four of my roommates went to Lisbon, Portugal and I am here by myself. But no worries, Gloria, my host mom, told me to call her if I was scared, lonely, saw a cucaracha or a ghost and she would come up and sleep with me (Sound familiar, mom?).
-Laila
This weekend all four of my roommates went to Lisbon, Portugal and I am here by myself. But no worries, Gloria, my host mom, told me to call her if I was scared, lonely, saw a cucaracha or a ghost and she would come up and sleep with me (Sound familiar, mom?).
1 comments:
yeah, the scared and lonely part, but not the bit about the cucaracha, por favor.
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