I come home from India to the United States every year now to visit my dad. There he is in all his rakish charm, looking more Irish every time I see him: the sparkling blue eyes, the bright-white hair, the elfish smile. And he’s not the only one I get to see. I have an amazing family in America—our two older children, my sisters and brothers, my sisters- and brothers-in-law, a host of friends.
I love these visits.
I slip back into my life here as if I had never left. There are...
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