This morning, my host mother fell and hit her head on the kitchen doorpost. As she is in her early seventies, this could be more harmful than for, say, someone my age. Before I left for class this morning, she had gone back to bed–I hope my padre checked her pupils to make sure she wasn’t concussed–but I’m between classes right now and don’t know what the latest news is.
Those of you who read my blog, please take a moment, if you believe in a higher power, to say a short prayer.
And no, my padre still would not let me help in the kitchen.