At 8 am, when I returned back from my typical saturday night out, I slipped downstairs with the flowers for my host mom and set them up on the kitchen table with a card tucked in one of the bouquets. I had to recruit my host papa to find more vases because the one I bought wouldn’t fit all of the flowers I bought. When I woke up at 1pm I heard mama walking downstairs and gasp at the bouquets. She gave me a giant hug and kiss on the forehead and thanked me a million times for the flowers. We had a nice Sunday asado as a family and mama made the most delicious lemon marange pie.
