Between reading #michelleobamas book Becoming, and going through endless journal entries of mine growing up: the running theme I keep running into: that those in politics don’t work hard enough, that somehow they spend their time at parties.
By the time this picture was taken, my father would have been up at 5am with me, to make sure I got breakfast and ran down the street to a 5:30am school bus pickup, then working for a bit in his home office, to then put in another 10 hours running the embassy, coming home to have a bite to eat before changing and going with my Mother to another reception. My Mother, who refused to be just a wife of, was teaching English as a Second language in a small elementary school, spending hours of prep time, hours in a classroom, getting home to help me with my homework, before getting changed to go to a reception with my father. They both worked, served their country, and somehow were present for me. Most weeks, they were at dinner parties or receptions 6 nights a week, part of the job they both detested, but had to go. Why? Because negotiations and information gathering never happened in an office. Rumours of coups attempts circulated at receptions... -
There was never anything glamorous about these events, but I love the cheeky look my father is giving, because he didn’t like posing for pictures, especially for newspapers.
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