Niamh felt lost.
This Chinese language exchange sucked. She had no idea what the signs in front of her were saying. She could barely understand the people around her and had no idea how to inform her guest mother that she didn’t like eating fried insects.
She missed Ireland, she even missed the constant rain. Everyone was forever pointing at her red hair and freckles. She knew they were laughing. She knew they thought she was odd. She wanted to go back home.
Awesome Irish Mop photo and caption by the lovely Selly