My father once left for Far Away Country and returned to Homeland empty-handed and starving. Since he had squandered his part of grandfather’s fortune on prostitutes and riotous living, he feared that the villagers of Homeland would not accept him. He was grateful however that grandfather received him back warmly, saying, “For this my son was dead, and is alive again. He was lost and is found.” But my uncle, whose name is Sam, seethed.
When I turned eighteen, my father sent me on business to Far Away Country where he still had friends who had now become his business partners. I met the daughter of one of the partners; she was fair and so we wed. I worked for my father-in-law, and we wisely saved our money. I became a citizen of Far Away Country. After many years, we had two sons and two daughters, a house with no mortgage, and investment and retirement accounts. One day, I said, “I shall return to Homeland to see my aged father and to greet the villagers.”
