“Hey boychik,” the refined voice on the other side of the world says. “How’s school? How’s soccer? How’s the cello?”
"Or, perhaps, they’re a part and we’re apart. But the effect is the same."
"[W]hat if we’d stayed put, what if there were cousins around, what if this felt like home, what if it made sense for us to be where we were: rooted rather than potted, native rather than invasive."