I drag my suitcase behind me as I head toward the exit, pulling out my cell to call a cab to collect me and take me to my mother’s house. Walking through the doors of arrivals, I start to make my way past the row of chauffeurs that are primly dressed and holding signs with names scrawled on them. I’m almost at the end when I hear it . . . ‘There he is! Uncle Li! Uncle Li!’ I groan internally before looking up, scouring the hoard of people before finding the source of the noise. Five people are standing in a group at the end of the arrivals walkway, my brother, sister in law, my two nieces and my nephew. The two girls are holding an obnoxiously large glitter explosion of a sign screaming ‘welcome home Uncle Li!’ as my nephew waves frantically, almost hitting a poor disabled woman in a whe

