The sweetness of lemons
Many years ago when I left South Africa to work and travel overseas as some of us were privileged enough to do, I wrote my parents an emotional, filled-with-all-the-clichés-and-angst-of-an-early-20-something letter explaining my reasons for travelling. I thanked them for their love and generosity, for raising me with the philosophy that a child needed wings and roots; wings with which to soar and leave the nest, and roots that would anchor and always bring them home. I wrote that to
