“Your Ammaji is coming tonight,” said Mom. “Your grandmother.” She’d been counting down the days for me.
I was excited because I’d learned all about grandmothers in school. We were doing a unit on family trees. I had a green, construction paper tree—the trunk split into two branches, and then each branch split into two more. Eight branches. In the middle, where everything came together, was me. I was happy there was no room for my brother Amit on this tree. It was mine and mine alone.
We were supposed to put pictures of ourselves and then our parents and our grandparents on the tree, but that part was hard because I didn’t have any pictures of my grandparents. Mom and Dad had some black-and-white ones in the photo album, but they didn’t let me take them to school. I had to leave that part blank, and hope that I didn’t get in trouble for not finishing my homework. [Read More…]