Flipping the chicken, I glanced at the clock. Thirty minutes before the team arrived. I grabbed the plates and silverware to set the table when the door slammed. 

“Mama!” His 7-year-old voice was frantic amidst the pressing crowd. “MAMA!”  

Have you ever been in a predicament where you had more than one person telling you what to do and each voice had a different instruction about the same issue? 

The first few weeks after arriving in our host country, our days were filled with paperwork, document collecting, searching for a permanent home, and adjusting to cultural norms.