rafaeal-50281505 @rafaeal-50281505
The sun beat down on my skin as I walked through the crowded streets of Cairo. It was a scorching hot summer day and I couldn't wait to get home and cool off in the pool with a cold glass of lemonade in hand.
I had just gotten back from the market with some fresh vegetables for lunch and my hair was still tied up under my scarf. My stomach growled as I thought about the delicious koshari my mom would be making for us later that day.
As I strolled home, the wind caught the ends of my long blonde hair and it whipped out behind me like a banner. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing I was Egyptian-English and had inherited the best qualities from both cultures.
I felt a sense of excitement as I approached my house, which was surrounded by lush green trees and colorful flowers. My heart skipped a beat when I saw my mom waiting for me on the porch, wearing her traditional headdress and bright smile.
I quickly dropped my bags and ran up to hug my mom tightly, inhaling the familiar scent of her perfume and fresh spices from the kitchen. She smelled like home.
As we walked inside, I was hit with the delicious aroma of koshari cooking in the pot on the stove. My stomach growled even louder and I couldn't wait to dig in and taste the spicy tomato sauce and crunchy pasta.
My mom gestured for me to take a seat at the table while she finished getting everything
