"Namaste, mom", Damien's voice boomed into the phone.
"What the hell does that mean, Damien?"I frowned in irritation.
"It means hello, mom", he chuckled.
"Is that Chinese?"
"No, it's Indian."
"Really? Your father has started teaching you his language already?"
"No, Dad doesn't have time for that. I'm now in India, mom. Dad said I should learn on my own or he's going to sell me out", he laughs.
He seemed to be in a good mood. He was really enjoying his stay with his father. They were bonding well.
"You are in India? What happened? What about your school", I asked in one breath.
"We are on a vacation, mom", he answered.
"So you decided to go to your dad's place instead of coming to America?"I couldn't help but feel jealous. I missed him badly.
"Mom, I'm sor
