Plus I have to say something here; every morning at work, the national anthem is played in various forms, drums or reggae, or orchestral, or rock. Now that I am aging, it makes me proud to stand there and hear our anthem played, I find it an increasingly emotional experience. There I am fortunate enough to stand, free in an environment where we welcome new Canadians, teach ESL and citizenship classes and hear what it was like to live in other countries under various regimes.
The other day a woman arrived who had missed two weeks of classes. She'd just had a baby. After much congratulations and fuss someone asked her if she missed home. Home she asked with a heavy accent and a screw up face as she processed the question. Here home she said, my babies safe here. Here home. I no miss back there. That never home, never safe. Here home.
It was overwhelming. :canada:
I need that reminder.
The other day a woman arrived who had missed two weeks of classes. She'd just had a baby. After much congratulations and fuss someone asked her if she missed home. Home she asked with a heavy accent and a screw up face as she processed the question. Here home she said, my babies safe here. Here home. I no miss back there. That never home, never safe. Here home.
It was overwhelming. :canada:
I need that reminder.