I rehearsed the moment all afternoon—the smile, the handoff, the little speech about how much it would mean to have them there. By 6:00 p.m. I was at my parents’ colonial in Riverside, the house where I grew up, where the hedges were always trimmed and the good china came out on Tuesdays. Mom (American) stirred beef stew in her cardigan and pearls; Dad (American) watched the evening news; my sister Madison (American) scrolled her phone like it was a full-time job. When there was finally a lull i

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