The Immigrant Experience
Updated: Mar 5
Oh the beauty of hindsight. Growing up in India I was quite an outdoorsy child. I would always be running amok and causing fear in my doting family’s eyes. I remember being fussed over incredibly when I found myself having fallen over or injuring myself while playing sports - the aunties and uncles around the house being quick to find the first aid and knowing how to help. Looking back I don’t remember the same immediate attention being given or really even knowing what to do when I was basically just feeling sad.