The sky of Canada was clear. As soon as they set foot in Toronto Pearson Airport, Abrar started running. The fatigue of the ten-hour flight seemed to vanish somewhere. Blue sky, tall glass buildings, people of white, black, brown, and yellow all around. Abrar's eyes grew wide."Father! Does everyone speak English here?"Arian smiled. "Yes, son. You know English, so you'll be able to talk."Nurul Islam walked slowly, carrying a small bag. He had worn a Punjabi and was shivering slightly in the Canadian cold. Raisa wrapped her dupatta around her father-in-law's neck. "Abbu, are you cold?""No. Seeing Abrar warms my heart."Emilie had brought a car—a large silver Jeep. Abrar tried to sit in the front. Emilie said, "You have to sit beside me. You'll tell me stories, and I'll drive."Everyone climbed in. The car moved off. As they drove through the city, Emilie pointed out the sights—the CN Tower, the Skydome, Lake Ontario. Abrar pres
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