“Chasing the Echoes of Home: A Journey Through Memory and Migration”
“It’s to be expected in a city at war,” my father said. “You can’t trust anyone.”
“His car has Lebanese license plates,” Maman said, as if that were all the proof required. “And how does he pay for Ginnie’s tuition at the American Community School? It costs as much as an Ivy League university.” She had often remarked on the outrageous expense. Under normal circumstances, our family could never afford to send me and my brother there. But because my father served overseas, it was paid for by the Canadian government as part of our United Nations package. “Cost of living here is way too high for a commercial pilot to pay those kinds of fees,” Maman added.
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