I had my own bedroom during my stay with my host family. My room was large, had a small desk, chair, bed, and wardrobe. On the wardrobe I hung a small towel that had the word "Guest" woven into it. I had brought the towel to help me remember I was a guest in Namibia.
My little brother was in my room one day, and asked me about the towel. I explained to him that it helped me remember that I was a guest in their house. My little brother looked at me, and said: "You are not a guest here, you are part of our family." As he finished saying family, he gave me a big hug.
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