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They also serve who...

They also serve who….
Growing up in India I had an ‘aya’…a nanny, a permanent nanny. One that was there my whole childhood. It seemed to me that she gave up her life for ours and swapped our family for her own. Why? What would make one human being forsake her own bonds, her family, her belongings? ...All these years later I ask, answer and know. It’s a tragic mix of circumstances, of dead-ends on life’s roads and of illegibly scripted promises of better times ahead. It’s the lure of kind words and love, the joys of surrogate motherhood and hopelessness of indentured servitude…it's about loving and being loved, it’s about the desperate need for money and perhaps most fatally about the need to belong. Kareem bi was a skinny, loving, straight-haired lady who was my mom away from mom. She cleaned, fed and loved me. I never asked if she had a child of her own…mostly because I wasn’t old enough to ask or perhaps because I didn't want to know. I was hers and she was mine, even as sh…