The early morning taxi was en route to the airport and my mind was racing. Were we making the right decision? We had to move out of India, but where? Here? Was this the place? This turn in the path was not something I’d ever imagined would happen.
I stared out the window. It was still dark. Just before dawn. I breathed a prayer for wisdom. Voiced my uncertainty.
At that moment I saw a well-lit sign on top of a tall building up ahead. Bold red letters painted on white.