As we walk from the parking lot to the sanctuary I look over and notice she is cowering under her hands.
"I need an umbrella," she comments.
Chuckling to myself, "It's just mist."
She isn't satisfied with my answer.
"You aren't from around here, are you?" I add.
This gets under her third culture skin. As we cross the street she shares the strategy she has come up with.
"I'll just think of it as blowing sand - you just squint and tilt your head down for both."
This observation of hers has stayed with me. Not only is it true, but it is such a clear illustration of my child who is 'from' Seattle and lives in the sandbox known as Saudi.
That is a good one!
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