Illustration by Nadine Aiello

One of my earliest memories is of my mom getting a telephone call from France. I remember it was early morning, both because of the smell of toast in the air and because of the time difference, early morning was the best time for France to reach us. I remember it was France because when my mom answered the phone she quickly went from speaking English to speaking French. The phone she answered lived in the living room atop a wicker basket and looked like this:

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