If you looked around our home, you would think we had children.
My parents brought magnets from the States when they came: letters, animals, shapes. As of late, the kids come to play while I make dinner. They gather around the fridge and washing machine to make shapes, spell out letters, and match colors. The little ones just pull them off and put them back on in amazement. I stumble around them to get to the oven and fridge and stove and sink; Stephen and I attempt conversation about the day.
It’s a small kitchen for ten to fifteen of us.
But they love it, and I can’t help but love it, too. They They even learned to spell our names!
