Homeland: Carol

I was 8 years old, betting with my uncle whether my aunt's baby was going to be a boy or a girl. I guessed girl, of course, that's what I wanted it to be. I wanted a friend to play with, share dolls with, and to be my pretend sister. I made sure to go to the doctor with my aunt that day to make sure nobody would try to fool me (because who wouldn't wanna fool a 8 year old, right?!). And the doctor finally said, "Well, you're right your lady! It's a girl!". Wow! Not only was I getting 'Barbie's dream pool' for winning the bet, I was getting a baby cousin! A girl! Sixteen years later, she's waaaay taller than me, bright blue eyes, smart, funny, full of attitude, and too grown up! I can't even

Homeland: Paula + Luis

When I first step out of the airplane: crazy hair, no make up on, fussy from all the motion sickness pills, I smell the air. And there's nothing like the smell of HOME. To me my country looks different, smells different, tastes different. That all has to do with different cuisine, culture, and people. I proceed to go get my bags. I'm tired. No, actually I'm exhausted. But excitement kicks in as soon as the double doors open and I see my family on the other side. There's no feeling like being home with your family! Are you lost? My family and I are from Brazil. And even though I've lived in the U.S. for about 6 years, I try to go back about once a year or so. It had been exact 20 months since

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