Childhood Memories in Iran

With My Lovely Dad

We - my late parents, late sister, and brother - were born in Iran. We lived there until I was almost seven. What do I remember of it? Snapshots. Colour. Light. Sun. Flowers. Sweet melons. Doting relatives bending down to pinch our cheeks (ouch). Delicious food. Men in smart suits, smelling of cologne, and women in pretty dresses welcoming us into smart…