ke a different languages, where some other flowers are blooming, and where the wind smelled different to home. Lisa's heart po

he had in her arms and high hopes in her heart. A little checkered luggage tag served as the identification mark by which the host family could recognize her, as agreed in their correspondence. Now knocking with her tiny heels, Lisa rolled her

nd peered into the crowd. Her eyes searched for her host family, wh

r unfulfilled ambition. People were running and running. People from all over the world were now landing in the airports of this big city of big dreams, which held the key to

e was alone in this the airport now, in this three million big city, where it could seem imp

couple with a child wea

-old girl approached her. Clara and

e woman with a Hol

"Y

y nice! Com

their way through the endless crowd of newly arr

rt now echoed in her heart. The huge city was full of lights, supermarkets, shopping malls, different smells and colors, illu

em to a quiet and green area of the coun

, graciously opening the

. She stared in bewilderment as she was now standing in front of a huge three-st

ed like the kind of house that would be on the cover of fashion ma

e of those beautiful homes she saw on the blue screen TV that stood in the small room of her parents. The house even had a garden surrounding the front. When she

n house." Clara pointed out the window and Lisa saw a big blue sw

done in marble. Inside the bathroom was a private sauna. Clara lead Lisa into the kitchen, where the children were sitting. The kitchen count

d was a two-year-old baby boy. Nataly was six. Then, Nick

t the table, placing a dish at each seat. The redwood table was a huge and had more than enough space for everyone to sit aro

y experience with kid

do. In fact, I have

iced how greedily the children were chewing their salads. The two older chil

helping out with the children, inc

tion back to her. She

d to set the table for breakfast. During the day, you will be completely responsible for the children. The old

d," she repl

re. You will be required to get yourself to her home every day at twelve o'clock. If possible, we will take you

out the manners of her host family. She n

re not the smiling people from the picture she had seen. Instead, th

w the language and could express her gratitude. Her host family kindly acquainted her with the house, which seemed to be so fabulous and big. The house had two floors. On the s

e: a pink dream world with Barbie dolls and a pink dollhouse. It took Lisa's breath away. Upon entering the room, she felt she was in a fairy tale. Looking around, she felt that at

The presents were bought with Lisa's small scholarship that she had saved for a long time. Lisa kept every cent in

ow you to your the room you will

a. They headed towards a slightly ajar door. Clara pulled it

Clara started, motioning to

n and an ironing board perched off to the side." Clara moti

rations and out of season clothing. Clara led her past this room to another room. There were no windows in the room, so it was dark. Clara turned the light on and motioned Lisa inside. There was nothing

Lisa didn't know what to say in response. She looked

ake a shower. I'm sure the trip was long and you jus

g over at her. "Tha

ed, turnin

over there." She pointed acros

y? Was she just another object between the laundry and some unnecessary junk to these people? She shook her head of the thoughts. She put her suitcase up on the bed and started looking for a change of clothes. She lightly pushed down on the suitcase to test the stability of the bed. This is where she would be sleeping for the next year, she thought to herself.

out her trip. It was hard to believe that just that morning, she was thousands of miles away. She was back home, with her family and relatives. She was surrounded by friends and