It’s A Small World After All

Ghana? Where’s that?” My dad has always had this way of being subtle. I have to ask specific questions if I want to know the details. He had just told me that he and my mom were going to Ghana. He answered my question by pointing silently to a place on the globe that we keep in our kitchen. Spinning it almost 180 degrees, he placed his finger on this place in Africa that I had never heard of. I felt my eyes grow big and my first reaction was to fire off questions as fast as they would come. I...