My brother's wife got sick, and he needed help.
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I grew up in a mixed-heritage family. My father emigrated from Russia, and my mother was of Jamaican descent. My parents always laughed when asked about how they met. They changed the story several times, from saying they met at a bar, got drunk, and vowed to marry the next day, to meeting on a plane, to a resort site, and hooking up there. The truth was that they met at the university. My father's English was poor, and my mother, who sat near him, was there to help him. In time, their professional relations changed into dating, falling in love, and marriage. Despite the huge barriers in cultures, they found common interests, and they still seem to be in love today.
My brother, Boris, and I, Cherry, were born 5 years apart.
