A few hours later, he FaceTimes me, recoiling as my face appears on the screen, “You look scary,” he says. A few hours later, he shares a photo on our family chat group (of us in the ’80s) — with the comment “nice moustache, Shwetdi,” many crying-with-laughter emojis from my kids in response. A few more hours on, he sends another picture — this one’s grainy, so probably from a newspaper. “You need to wear them with the laces undone, that’s how all the cool people are doing it,” he says. It is only after tripping over them for the nth time that I realise, my reign hasn’t been without its uprisings.

Source: dna August 07, 2017 00:45 UTC