In 1994 I was on an International development education program with Canada World Youth in Flores, Indonesia. I lived with a great family whose daughter was getting ready to depart for school in Java. We all drove her to the pier in Larantuka, stopping at relatives’ homes to eat, dance and send her off. It was dark when she boarded the ship. When I looked over at her father, he had tears running down his face. Fourteen years later, I still remember that moment. The moment he reminded me of my own parents, seeing their daughters off on their many journeys. We are so much the same.
Yasmeen, Vancouver, Canada






