My father and sister are coming tomorrow. The house is clean, the husband’s hair is cut, the iced tea is made and no-bake cookies are on the to-do list for tonight. I even put up a welcome sign on our door. A house-guest is one of the greatest things someone living between cultures can have. A bit of your old world welcomed into your new world, made comfortable on your couch, offered a cookie or two, snuggled by your cat. It makes the place seem more like home.
So I did what any child whose household items were always dried on a clothesline knows is polite and considerate. I washed all the bath-towels… and made sure to use each of them just once. That way they’re less scratchy for when my dad comes.