My mum says the EasyJet cashier was my father’s brother’s friend’s housemate for two years when they first came to England, back when Appa* thickened the chicken curry up with cornflakes. She says he played UNO with me growing up, used to work in Dunkin Donuts, bring me the glazed ones every Friday. She says he ended up marrying her cousin, who was actually the caterer at my aunt’s wedding. It’s because of this that we are sitting in the first class lounge and mama is sipping champagne like a retired rapper. During the flight, my mum mentions what a lovely man he is, then describes how he beat his wife for 15 years.




* Sinhalese / Tamil term for ‘Father’