I had flown some 8,000 miles across vast expanses of the Pacific Ocean, stopping first in Honolulu, then Auckland, before finally arriving in Tauranga where my mother and step-father were waiting for me. Then the next morning, we drove another 8 or 9 miles to Grandad’s house. I didn’t really call him Grandad though. I called him David, my step-father’s father who I had met exactly once before, eight years ago.

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