“She was alone, distressed, and far from home. Nor could she speak much English. And the night porter was grumpy and wanted her passport and she could not understand him.
'I am foreigner,' she confessed to him with shame. 'I not understand you.'
But to me she was not foreign. To some man far away she was a precious daughter. I imagined him waving farewell, as she stepped out in her shoes to travel to the ends of the earth.”