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306 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1994
I smiled as I watched my Dad haul himself from the sofa. I waited for fifteen minutes before my Dad emerged from his bedroom. He was dressed in his grey suit. The only sign that he was about to take part in a leisure activity and not have a day at work was that he was not wearing a tie and had the top button of his shirt undone.
'You shouldn't sit in the sun too long. You want to turn red like those English people - you shouldn't sit in the sun'
'Everybody else -'
'Cha', my dad insisted before I had time to finish? 'We're not like everybody else.'
'But,' my mum began, 'but you can't just go and see him. He's a busy man. He might not see you.' Her voice said 'go' and 'don't go' at the same time.
I knew this society better than my parents. My parents' strategy was to keep as quiet as possible in the hope that noone would know they had sneaked into this country. They wanted to be no bother at all. But I had grown up in its English ways. I could confront it, rail against it, fight it, because it was mine - a birthright.