Its 5am and Khalid and I are in the hotel room in New York, somewhere on 34th street.  We’re on our way to Virginia for our first thanksgiving in the USA.  Khalid’s brother, wife and the two little ones Oscar and Matilda will meet us at Le Guardia airport, but we still have to pack.  We have time.  I am watching a great moment of … Continue reading The day my dad died.