I was born in a town called Blackburn, in the northwest of England, and lived there till I left home 61 the age of eighteen. My parents had moved to England from India during 62 1970s.
As a child, I went to my local school and, of course 63 (speak) English with a local accent. But home was very different: we lived in a kind of “little India”, with a huge extended family of uncles and aunts. I remember 64 (feel) part of this big thing called “family”, and an even 65 (big) thing called “India”. I suppose my family 66 (real) influenced me while I was growing up. They used to talk about India as “home”—even 67 at that time I had never been there!
To me, it doesn’t seem at all strange to grow up as part of two cultures. I am always thinking that growing up with two cultures is a gift, not a 68 (advantage). Now as a mother, I want my child 69 (get) in contact with her Indian roots too, so we are planning to visit there later this year. All her Indian 70 (cousin) are expecting to meet her!