Imagine moving to a foreign country where you don’t know anybody, don’t understand the language, can’t read signs, labels, or directions, and you’re too young and inexperienced to be aware that their customs are different than in your country. Imagine being forced to attend a foreign school there, where no one speaks your language.
Welcome to my world. I was twelve when Dad retired from the military, packed up his family and belongings, and herded us to Germany, where I started the equivalent of fifth grade. I felt like baitfish thrown in with sharks.
We five siblings grew up together in that life, each of us from one to two years apart—an adorable staircase of kids—girl, boy, girl, boy, girl. Our sister, three years older than I and our Dad’s daughter, lived with her mom and wasn’t allowed to join us, even for visits. We knew of her but had…
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