Culture delineates what citizenship cannot
“Do you miss your mother, Eliot, these afternoons with me?”
The thought had never occurred to him.
“You must miss her. When I think of you, only a boy, separated from your mother for so much of the day, I am ashamed.”
“I see her at night.”
“When I was your age I was without knowing that one day I would be so far. You are wiser than that, Eliot. You already taste the way things must be.”
-Jhumpa Lahiri, The Interpreter of Maladies
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