Both of my parents were born in small villages in Rajasthan, India. They were married young joining together two families that would one day become mine and my sister’s.
My mother has four brothers and sisters and my father, five. Between them my sister and I have four aunts, five uncles and twenty-four first cousins.
We come from a big family. One that we did not know.
We did not know what it was like to see my parents laugh with, be cared for and loved by their brothers and sisters.
We did not know what it was like to have cousins or, as they are in India, brothers and sisters, to joke with and make fun of. To be looked after and to look after. To be protected by and protect.
We did not know what it was like to have a big family. And, I wonder. How different life would be if we had known?