LohaSola

As a Malagasy mom raising my son in Germany, I look for stories that give him pride in both his roots. This week, I found one at a robotics competition in South Korea.

He learned to read in Malagasy years before Vorschule even touches reading — and before German. I worried it would hold him back. It didn't.

There is something nobody really prepares you for when you become a mother abroad. People talk about the paperwork, the language, the weather, and the schools. But nobody talks enough about the silent emotional weight you carry every single day. The invisible work. The loneliness that sometimes hides behind a smile. The way you can feel grateful and exhausted at the same time. I know that feeling. You chose this life for good reasons. Maybe for stability, opportunities, safet