My parents had an arranged marriage, as did so many other people when I was growing up. My father came and had a life in the United States one way and my mother had a different one, and I was very aware of those things. I continue to wonder about it, and I will continue to write about it.
There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. Yet that will be the beginning.
So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.