I wrote this piece a few months back for Dawn blogs. It went through a…. shall we say… a genocide. Every sentence was butchered until the bytes ran red. However, I present it to you dear reader (and you are the only one I’m sure) that article in its original unaltered format, to quench your thirst. Don’t drink it all in one gulp, you could toss it back up.
On a temperamentally cold day in Beijing, China (circa 1990) – we were issued a warning that we would be snowed in. My father told our Chinese housekeeper that she best head home before the roads get blocked. In response, she pointed at an unprepared dinner and then at my father and stared inquisitively, as if to ask “who is going to cook dinner, you?” I don’t recall what arrangements she made that night, but given that she was with us another 2 years, I am assuming she made it home just fine.