The girl from Somalia

Have you made friends?

- Have you already made friends? - asks my mother hopeful to see me return from class.

- Why you ask? We are not going to move anyway.

- Crystal, do not be cruel. You left me worried the other day, you know I can not sleep peacefully knowing that you're having a hard time in your high school.

I find it hard to believe but I hold my breath and then expire, thus making my tension disappear momentarily and make my theater more credible.

- Many, it turns out that in reality they are all very nice, especially the girls- spreading my lips wide open in the hope of forming a smile.

- I knew, it was just a matter of time-exclaims proud of herself my mother-knew that the moment they knew you they could not let you escape- he says with a huge smile on his face- he knew it.

- I'm glad you're so happy mom.

- And that basket? Do not tell me that they also give you presents - look at my gift enthusiastically and go for it - let me see what it is.

- Do not! -I cry aloud- It's private mom- I say in a quieter voice when I manage to snatch the odious 'gift' from my hands without seeing what's inside.

- Okay ... the lady now wants to have her 'privacy', that you have become European - jokes mom.