In her younger years it wasn't so strange—everyone did it, her brother, cousins, friends.

But one by one, they each grew out of the age-old tradition; it was accepted that such things were a natural part of youth and that you eventually gave up on them.

She never did, though.

Others spent their precious time on those days with friends. But not her. She stayed right where she had for the past eight, nine, ten years.

It's not the warm showers or soft beds feels lost without in this strange land.

What she misses most are Saturday morning cartoons.