Last time I went to India, we went in time for “Durgotsav” 2017. I had an awesome time with my grandparents there. My grandfather would tell me historical stories about people like Robin Hood, Captain Cook, Edmund Hilary, and sometimes even himself! I have a nice grandmother as well, who cooks our food, with the help of my mother, and my grandad also tells me stories of my father at his young age.

My grandfather likes making comments on my dad’s blog, and he was hoping to do the same to mine, but I blocked comments. My whole family is now an uncountable amount of people. I, when in India, wonder how people know my family is originated in India. Honestly, even I don’t know! 🤔? I don’t understand for a valid reason, though. I don’t understand how there can be a “first” person in a family, and I know many agree.

I hope you live near, or keep in touch with your relatives, and that this post has made you think.