My mom became cheerier, coming out of her gloom, having left behind her whole family, friends and aspirations behind in India. Gay sex Indians are a hairy people after all. My mom, low key, agreed. Indians are a hairy people after all. My mom became cheerier, coming out of her gloom, having left behind her whole family, friends and aspirations behind in India. My mom, her Indian prudish upbringing tempered by her time in the US, allowed her much leeway in this regard, as long as she took precautions to not get pregnant or contact STIs. They even believed that I needed a strong father figure in my life, my real father having been absent from much of it and now largely disappeared from our lives. My mom, low key, agreed. On her deathbed, my grandmother made my mom promise to remarry. On her deathbed, my grandmother made my mom promise to remarry. But she never did get used to the American way of life. A few years later, in my preteen years, I was perhaps just starting puberty, at 12, that my parents began to fight again.
