My Sweet Japanese Student

My Japanese student is the sweetest of all, so far. Her name is Momoko, and she loves to help. She is that quiet, shy spirited girl. I think she will change fast along side of me. Yesterday, we went to hear some folk group called 'Willy Blizzard', across the street at Bear Creek Park;The city of Surrey's initiative at summer events at local parks. In the distance, we saw an Indian Wedding at the white chapel. The laughter of children, and soap bubbles in the air, made the event even more charming. The spray pool was in full use. The swimming pool had also opened the May long weekend.
The student is only 13, but has come with a small photo album of her life, all prepared for us. Her parents, grandparents, doggy, home, highschool, and friends photo's, plus her recent trips of wonder around her surroundings. This is her first oversees trip to Canada. She is filled with wonder and amazement. Too bad my adult daughters, do not take an interest in her for various reasons of their own. So, I have to step up to the plate and make it happen for her. Three parents from the group have teamed up to drive them alternately to the school and back home again. Every third day, I will be driving the 3 girls, which gives us all a longer break, and saves too on the gasoline in our vehicles. I will hope to take them the the Vancouver Japanese church, like I always do with other students, (located strangely enough in New Westminister) as well as to Queen's park where the petting zoo is.
My days are filled with meal preperations, and gardening, and cleaning. Homework with the student is a daily commitment. I am tired just writing this all down already. Attention to detail is huge in their culture, so I try to put little blossoms of flowers here and there, use nice napkins, make meals appealing to look at.
My husband had a root canal just in time before our dentist leaves for holidays in Geneva, where his daughter works for the World Trade Organization. We have known our dentist for over 30 years. He has been our family dentist for all the girls, including Deborah. The receptionist also knows us as almost family. We try to talk about current stuff, I noticed. They don't bring up Deborah, unless we do. She was so sweet, a few minutes of conversation about her would simply do her injustice. Again, I'm faced with the huge difficulty of what do I say to the student  if she finds out that she is sleeping in her bed. So far she has not asked why I have four daughters on the pictures in our home, and there is only 3 present. Is it out of politeness, or what?