“Hi dad, I am home from school!” She shouted, entering her house.
“Very good! How was your day? You look tired!” He lowered the TV volume to almost mute.
“It was okay. I still don’t like America!” She said, putting her heavy school bag against the sofa.
“It’s normal Riya! Did you make any new friends?”
“Not really, all the white kids call me ‘the Indian girl’” She slumped into the sofa, next to her dad.
“That’s because they are not used to it” He said encouragingly.
“I love ‘American History’ class though. The teacher was so happy with me!” Her tone was happy again.
“Really?”
“May be it is my Indian accent, the whole class giggled!” And, she giggled.
“What did you say?” He reached to the side-table to grab a paper-bag.
“The teacher asked us: ‘what does DC stands for in Washington DC?’ And, I was the only one to raise hand and answer the question!”
“Very Nice! Here, I bought it for you!” He took a chocolate bar from the bag, “So, what does DC stand for?”
“Dad, don’t you know? DC stands for dot.com!”
“Riya! You home?” her mom interrupted them with a shout from the kitchen.
Riya grabbed the Hershey’s bar from her dad and happily skipped away, toward the kitchen.

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