Thangachi’s Corner: Back Home

The trouble was, I was a child the last time I’d visited, and was very much oblivious of who we’d left behind on the mango-shaped island. I was three by the time my feet hit Canadian soil, and had only been back once as a child, when meeting relatives instead of climbing trees was more painful than taking out a splinter. I had kept from twelve years ago mere wisps of faded memory, but was finally ready to solidify it now. Grown and more mature, family meant more to me than it ever had.