Essay written for online magazine CultureHoney.com. Originally posted September 20, 2016.
My dad then hurried into the living room and demanded the remote. I protested, but he just said, “Something’s happened,” in a strained voice.
THIRD CULTURE KID: SAFE IN A 9/11 WORLD
15 years ago, on a Tuesday night, I sat down to watch TV. I was a high school sophomore and a third culture kid (TCK) in Kazakhstan, and I had decided to take a break from my homework. The phone in the hallway rang, and I heard my father answer it. My dad then hurried into the living room and demanded the remote. I protested, but he just said, “Something’s happened,” in a strained voice.
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