July 10, 2012

We finally arrived in Toronto, to get huge hugs from my brother Wes, sister in law Gauri, niece Lila..all visiting from Spain. It’s always reaffirming to be with a sibling,  not because you get along, (you may not) but because no matter what, there is a shared history, shared memories, of one another, at a young age, when none of you were living independently. A special period in your life, inhabited by only a select group, related to you, unique to you. And in both my brothers, I see a reflection back to me of who I am, how I came to be who I am, my roots, how I’m appreciated as their sister. This is good stuff.

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