(As told to Sanjukta Das)
I remember the day like it was yesterday. The morning was usual – my twins were fighting over some little issue. I had to pull the two boys apart from hitting each other and yell a “Stop fighting, you two.” My eight-month-old baby girl was crawling around the house and tasting anything that looked edible. The microwave was beeping, our baby dog Lulu was barking. With the yelling and the crying it was almost time for the children to go to school. I drank my coffee while Dev informed me we would be having company for dinner.
“Do I know him?”