A Great Honor

There are two women, F. and P. P., and their mother who I have become quite close with. They call me their brother and we have a brother/sister relationship. When P.P. leaves her home for long periods of time she honors her family by getting on her knees and doing a series of bows. Last night she was going away and I watched her do this to her sister and I thought it was really nice. Then, she asked me to come inside and she did the same for me. I do not think I have ever felt more honored.