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“The Lord doesn’t have time for goats that run amok, getting filthy from head to foot! Are you a goat?”
My grandmother scolded me as I scrubbed my hands, but my head was still filled with my adventures outside, where I was an explorer.
When I’d saved enough money, I escaped from that house and from Grandma, who shook her head instead of saying goodbye.
I travelled around the world and immersed myself in cultures so dissimilar from my sterile upbringing; the explosive colours, the sound of different languages, and exotic foods
My favourite dish of all was goat curry.