“There was the last visit to the kids who live two blocks away in the huts technically not a slum. I had had copies of pictures I had taken of them that I wanted to deliver. They were so excited, jumping up and down, smiling and giggling, and lining up for more photos. I did take more pictures not to disappoint them as I tried to explain that I was leaving and would not be back. I know they did not understand since some of the kids earnestly explained where I could find them. I had to remind myself that their disappointment would fade with time.”— my mom, on leaving Pune, her home for the past month. She is now traveling through the cities in India they tell women not to go to alone. She is a strong woman and will be fine. Mostly, I wish I could be with her when she finally sees the Taj Mahal.