We laughed and joked about who wanted that kite, the guy or the girl. I argued guy, because guys are always hoping kissing leads to more and he argued...the girl, because girls love to be kissed. I let him win that argument. The loser got a kiss after all. That night we opened the doors facing the beach and let the salt air breeze into the room. I stood over the railing watching lights sparkle on the water. Terry had turned on some music so it seemed I was alone in the universe. Then I felt his. His mother made the candied yams. His sister put together the Jello salad. Even his father got into the act and made the cornbread stuffing. Dan usually had the job of making the dinner rolls. When he was younger, that meant breaking apart the little cylindrical containers with the pre-made dinner roll dough. As he had gotten older, he actually made rolls from scratch.This Thanksgiving, Dan slept until just before dinner was ready. His mother woke him early enough to shower, shave, and dress. Nursing is what she wanted to study. Back in Somalia, Maimuna worked as a nurse at one of Mogadishu’s few remaining medical centers. Maimuna and I began hanging out casually, and I took her to movies and malls, helping her see the good side of Ottawa. Yes, the town is boring and full of racist, passive-aggressive bozos but there are good people here, and our growing racial diversity is something to behold. Maimuna was a shut-in, and I knew this wasn’t healthy. On one of our most memorable. 2 saal ka ye baat sun kar mjhey thoda ajjeb sa laga ki bhaiya ne bhabi se aisa kyn kaha toh maine bhabi se pucha aap kya chahtey ho toh unhone kaha sextoh fir bhabi ne topic change kiya or idhar udhar ki baatein karne lage fir mjhey maa ne bula liya or mai jaaney laga toh bhabi ne kaha ruko lekin ma ruka nahi or jaatey jaatey ke diya ki agr meri kisi chiz me jarurat ho toh bta dena or fir mai maa ki baat sunney chala gya thodi der baad bhabi ka msg aya ki mere kamre me aao toh mai bhabi ke.