My experience of moving to India

- - Tap ... tap ... tap ... I looked up to see a blurry figure of my mother tapping a few fingers on my shoulder. 'Sorry to wake you up, Rishi, but me and Daddy have something important to tell you.' She was not smiling. I got up, now fully awake, wondering what was going on. With my father standing next to her, my mother crossed her arms and, in a tone that I knew could not …

…that my brother had eaten it so many times that he had grown to appreciate its garbage-like taste and appearance. My brother loved the school (for some reason), and I could tell on my visits to home that my parents were enjoying living in India, especially without any children in the house. But all I could think about were the maple trees and marigolds of Peach Tree Court. That place seemed like utopia to me.