My “mom,” Angie Salama, who has gorgeous red hair like Rihanna, big brown eyes and sexy lips, is a 20-year-old girl from Cairo, Egypt. We first met in India last year because we were on the same project, voluntary work aimed at sharing our national culture with Indian bachelor’s and master’s students.

    Are you wondering why I call her “mom” even though she is only 20?

    Honestly speaking I am the same age as her. However, she was more mature and considerate than me when we were in India.

    I spent six weeks in India last summer and suffered from diarrhea every day, but I still went to work. However, one day, I felt tired and dizzy in the morning but I went to the classroom to prepare my session as normal. Later on, I found myself sleepy and out of strength. I got a fever! I went to see a local doctor and took Indian pills but I did not get better. In the evening, when I was lying on my bed, Salama came to see me saying that she had just returned from outside. I noticed that she had not even put her bag down in her room! When she touched my forehead, she looked worried and asked the madam of the hostel to bring some ice and a towel. She wiped my face, my neck and my arms over and over again to try to lower my body temperature. She was wiping so she could not notice the tear in my eyes.

    I kept thinking that she was a girl who I had only known for half a month but she was willing to take care of me without hesitation when I was sick. That was a night that I will never forget, and since then I call her “mom” to show my respect, my appreciation and my love.

    Six weeks passed. It was time to say goodbye but we all promised to visit each other’s country in the future. Nevertheless, I never imagined that Salama “mom” would keep her word a year later by coming to Shenzhen.

    She arrived in July! Though I learnt later that she would not do her new project in Shenzhen but in Hunan and Chongqing instead. I was still very excited when I saw her at the bus station. All the memories came alive and I could not say a word, instead I gave her a big hug to show how I missed her. Now she is in Shenzhen but plans to go home on August 8, after spending only three days with us. What I can do is cherish every moment we spend together and make it meaningful.

    What happened over both summers is the most beautiful memory in my whole life. Angie Salama, my “mom,” is the most charming girl that I have ever met for she owns an exceptional and beautiful mind. She deserves the best of all the things in the world. I wish her happiness forever.