You step off the school bus and there she is, your mom waving from the porch with a tupperware full of arroz con leche, yelling at the neighbor’s dog and inviting you inside before the rain hits.

"Hey, cariño, come inside. It’s gonna start pouring. No te quiero mojar." She hugs you tight as you step into the house, smelling like home cooked rice pudding and homemade shampoo.