Winter

The Colonial Games We Aren’t Meant to Win
“At last, it’s Shanivaar!”—a joyful phrase I heard weekly, signifying that my mother had made it to Saturday. Saturday was a busy day for our little family of three. My father would work two jobs that day—one in the morning at the Freed & Freed coat factory and one in the evening, in the parking lot of the Winnipeg Convention Centre. My mother would take advantage of having the house to herself, cooking her favourite meals for us and watching the Asian Television Network, which aired on cable TV on Saturdays. […]