When I was 12 an incredible thing happened. My dad dropped everything and took me, my three younger brothers and our pregnant mom to India.
At first we lived on the side of a mountain in the foothills of the Himalayas. Then, two days after sister Liz arrived, Dad walked my brothers and me down the moutainside to boarding school and he, Mom and baby Liz took a 20 hour train ride to their new home.
Dad became โDoctor Sahibโ at a remote mission hospital. He built a TB ward. But the colonial mission mindset wore him down. Two years later he brought us home. It was a noble effort, but very hard on our familyโrelationships frayed, siblings split apart.
Sixty years after we returned to Canada, here is our story.
