"I miss Switzerland," she finally admitted.

"Really?" The surprise is undisguised.

Uncomfortably she shifts her weight, as her eyes avoid his gaze. Gradually, she breathes deeply.

Then even more quietly continues, "All my friends and family are there."

"Aren't you meeting people here?" came the nonchalant response.

The big beautiful eyes rapidly blink. The long blonde hair hangs down her back. Her daughter clings to her mother's leg and tightly clutches two favorite books in her other hand. The titles are in German. Her brown hair gently curls around her delicate little face. When the barrage of the foreign world becomes too much she buries her face in her mother's skirt. On cue her mother's hand gently strokes her hair.

Craving the language of home...