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"Do you have to run away from tigers every day," my mother asks in her fake worried voice.

"No mom, there aren't any tigers."

"But I saw in the magazine they live in huts and," is she serious?

"Mom," I yell, cutting her off. "It's a city, just like America. How would I be talking to you on a cell phone if they lived in huts?"

"You know what? You have a terrible attitude. Find you a man there and get you some. Maybe then you will act right."

"I don't like men," but she's already hung up. She knows, everyone knows. Dad is the only one who acknowledges it.

The girls rush out for recess ready to play the newest American sports ball game. That's what they call it basketball. They do it just to mess with me. I let them have their fun and pretend to be clueless and we all get a laugh. I've been here three weeks so far. It's been fun but I don't think it's what I'm looking for.

Flying planes let me travel the world for a while and I thought this was where I wanted to settle down. I thought I would be back in the motherland and connect with my roots. Turns out, I really didn't connect with this place. Sure, I've met some great people. I enjoy teaching the girls to play basketball, but it's not what I thought it would be. I don't know why I expected it to solve all my problems.

I'm not sure what I'll do next. I could head back to America but I think I need a break from the family for a while. There isn't a big break between semesters like America so I can't use that as an excuse to just run off. Maybe if I explore the content a little I can find what I'm searching for. Until then, I'll just teach.

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