Elsa’s Juggle: How a Visit to Kenya Changed Me, and My Daughter
“$20? I want $100!” It was my daughter Ajuna’s 7th birthday party. My sister had graciously given her cash, and here my daughter was, in front of our friends and family, requesting more. I was embarrassed, but more than that, I was concerned about who my daughter was becoming. In my desire to give her an amazing childhood, had I spoiled her?
My own childhood had been very different from the life my daughter knew. My parents had immigrated from Kenya over 35 years ago and had worked overtime to become comfortably middle class. I still have early memories of leaving our city apartment for the suburbs, and the joy of getting my own room. My daughter had always had her own room in a big house. Could a trip to our roots in Kenya make her realize how lucky she was?
After vacuuming up the confetti from the party, I began my search for flights. Two weeks later, Ajuna and I were on a plane to Kenya.
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