Two Canadian Christmases

In the early 1990s, my family moved to Canada. When my parents decided to move, they were in their 40s, petrified, with two kids, two suitcases and just Cdn$80 in their pockets.

When we set off, my parents forgot to tell my sister Nicky and I that we were moving permanently—a not so tiny detail that coloured that first Christmas.

We ended up at my aunt’s house, living in the basement. My mom already had a …..To continue reading, login or subscribe now.

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