MARIE

Marie is my host mother. After two weeks of living under Marie’s household, I started leaving out the word host. Marie is one of the most incredible women that I have ever met. If you want to meet a tranquil wonder woman, she is right here. Marie does so much, and has an incredible life. Marie teaches school in Castres, and she is the second to the Mayor. She also runs a tight ship at home. But she always does everything in a calm and collected way. I miss my mother an incredible amount. I knew that I would, and I am not surprised by how much I wish I could see her, talk to her and kiss her every day. Without Marie, I know that I would be much more sad without my mother than I am. Marie has made an excellent mother to me. She reminds me so much of my own mother, and the time that we spend together feels very similar to the things that me and my own mother would be doing. Marie has no daughters, and suddenly she does. We go shopping together, we eat special desserts, we laugh and talk about love, life, and god for hours on end. We go to events with each other and go grocery shopping. If I hadn’t been born into my own mother’s home in America, and was born in France instead, I think I probably would have been born into Marie’s home. Marie is the most gracious host, the most amazing friend, and has an incredible mind. On top of all of that, she is always stunning and pulled together. Marie always has things perfect. Her home, her dinners, and herself. Her family is constantly happy, and the home is calm and so comfortable. I have learned so much from Marie about what it means to be a woman in today’s world. About how to be gracious, and chic, how to have fun and how to present yourself. Marie is the all-around perfect woman. I will be forever grateful towards her, and I will always view her as my mother who lives in France.