The Author and Her Dadiji: India, 1992

At least it was two extra weeks out of school.

I packed my suitcase with quiet reluctance. In a few days I would leave for India with my parents and brother. We’d be there a month, over Christmas. I was upset over this, preferring to spend the holidays with my cousins like we usually did. We would alternate the visits. One year my family would drive to Chicago, the next year they would come to Toronto. Those Christmases were the best…