My Host-Mom

I like my host-mom. I really do. To be honest, she is not the most enthusiastic person I know but sometimes, she just makes me smile. Like this morning, I had just come back from a run. I was examining my little potted plants that I have on my windowsill and was contemplating putting them in the sun on the second floor ledge and whether doing that would cause a chicken to dump the whole thing all over the place. So, basically, I was standing in the middle of the house looking up in the air.
My host-mom was sitting outside too and upon seeing my contemplation offered, “The sky’s still there.”
Ah, thanks, Luisa.