My father’s angel laughed, saying, “Both names are the same in one.” My mother beamed approvingly, hinting I was on the same path to paradise.

I knew he was blissfully living in the moment, flirting with his lens, eager to send me another selfie tease. Covered in muck, having finished a barefoot soccer game in a rice field.

I replied, “ I have finally found myself after many years of being lost.”But you now look so different, and we are uncomfortable with your new persona. You do not fit our family mould.”