This morning, while picking up bread and yogurt from my favorite hanut guy, my host dad came up behind me and cried, "Kauthar!"
I spun around with a huge smile on my face. We clasped hands, said the routine greetings, and then he asked, "Did you die?"
I laughed, as he expected me to. "No, I didn't die. I just traveled. A lot."
"Your mom keeps asking about you. 'Is she back yet? Is her house still shut up?' and every day I have to tell her, 'No, she's not back. Her house is still padlocked.'"
I reassured him, "I just got in last night. I'll be over soon."
With a tone that said, you better, he said, "OK, we'll see you soon, then."
"See you soon."
As I walked away, I couldn't hide a big grin. It's nice to know that I'm missed when I'm gone. :)
1 year ago