[the next day]
I woke up crying today. Mili asked what's wrong but I didn't really know until late afternoon. I was homesick. She asked me to tell her about my parents. I did, and it helped a lot. At the end of the day we sat down and wrote a letter together. I introduced Mili, and she wrote some answers to questions mothers ask when they meet their son's loved one. I also added how much she helped me finding out who the fisher guy was and that I'm still not coming home. We agreed to write such a letter from every town we visit during our travels.
I think I'm in love.