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My Family Accepted My Brother’s Caucasian Wife. They Gave Me a Hard Time for Dating a Caucasian Man.

The day my brother first introduced Linda to my Bangladeshi parents, I remember my mother anxiously jittering around the living room before their arrival, making sure every little aspect of the house was how she wanted it to appear. The table was set elegantly with her finest china. Halwas were thinly sliced in perfect geometric symmetry. The sweet scent of freshly fried…