ABSTRACT
My parents left me in Guyana when I was very young. During that time I missed them every day even as I loved the countryside of Airy Hall, a village forty miles along the east coast from Georgetown, Guyana’s capital. I loved the sense of a country that was limitless to my child’s eyes and legs. The sea seemed at least a half-day away. The savannah another half-day in the opposite direction. Wild bushes just over the fence at the bottom of the field. The sky was remote, high and flung wide from the farthest point reachable by land. The place was captivating but my thoughts were elsewhere. My parents were in London. I knew, given an opportunity, I’d swap all that abundance and beauty that Guyana offered to me for a moment in London with my parents.
