The author’s grandparents in Egypt. There is a photo of my grandparents in Egypt, the pyramids casting shadows in the late afternoon sun. My Mémère, in dark slacks and her signature blonde perm, smiles brightly at the center, while my Pépère sports the white sneakers and button-down shirt of an American tourist. The Great Sphinx looms behind them, the only other face in a landscape dominated by giants. If not for the surroundings, they could be …
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