Well, maybe it is a mansion.This past Wednesday, G81 divided up into our sectors, Environment, Health, and Youth. The Environment and Health PCVs went to Ewarton, and all of us awesome Youth PCVs came to Stony Hill, and we will be living here until May 9.
The Hellshire community was very sad to see all of us go. Much of the community gathered to see us off as we loaded the vehicles. The streets were filled with waving neighbors, crying children, and mothers who were still offering their words of wisdom through the window even as the bus was driving off. "Be careful with this..." "Watch out for that..." "Please come back to visit..." Mama Rose made sure that we knew to call her if we had any problems with our next host family. At first she said that she would talk to them on the phone to straighten anything out, but as we got closer to our departure, this soon became, "I'll just come and get you." And then she would go on about the story she would tell the American Embassy when they came to get us, something about needing to make sure we were taken proper care of, it being her motherly duty. "These are my children. I need to watch out for my children."
Mama Rose took her "motherly duties" very seriously when it came to us, and our (host) siblings received a serious tongue-lashing if they ever put us in any danger. One night we came home 15 minutes after dark and she repeatedly asked Kaylor and Likkle P what they would do when Mama Rose was extradited to the United States for letting anything happen to us. She made sure I knew what color underwear to wear under which clothing (although I think she's overlooking our differing skin tones), and repeatedly tried to hold Matt's hand when we went to the market. Which was such a sight to see! Imagine Matt defending his maturity repeatedly to Mama Rose, "I'm a grown man Mama. I can walk by myself."
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