My daddy is on the phone with his former principal, the one who, when he found out that my dad had dropped out of school because he didn't have the money to buy even a bus pass, struck a deal with my dad: I buy your bus passes and open an account for you in the cafeteria, you pass your A-levels on your first try and go to college. No problem. My daddy is ending every sentence with "Sir" and learning that his former principal recently had a heart attack and is waiting to get a quadruple bypass done in the spring--a surgery that costs thousands of dollars. My daddy is sending him money to help cover the cost because sending money is how you express your love and gratitude when those you love and are grateful for live on the other side of the planet.

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