Today, I was eating lunch upstairs (potatoes and I found barbecue sauce---SCORE!). Fabiola was cutting onions, and her eyes were watering something fierce. And I said, "Don't worry. It happens to me, too."
And for some reason, I needed that today. I needed reassurance that, despite whatever negative experiences and emotions I've been having recently (and trust me, there have been PLENTY), I can find at least one thing in common with every other person I meet. Just one thing. That's all I need.
Chile seems less full of strangers now.
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