As I waived goodbye to my uncle and aunt going back to their home in Montreal today I thought about belonging to more than one family, or should I say, my family is bigger than I could ever imagine. Of course they are my blood relation anyway, but also our mutual history is interwoven in a unique way. They left me a box of baklava sweets they brought from Dubai. Once the candies are finished I will put the box on my desk and keep letters and envelopes in it. Could I have ever imagined that a box engraved with Arabic letters will remind me of them and that part of me which is still there in Canada with them?
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