How a journey to Bali to reconnect with my father helped me to rediscover my heritage and my happiness
Briefly

In those days I was a sulky teenager, and my only lasting memory from that trip was my obsession with Balinese onion-fried rice and tangy snake fruits.
Distance, both physical and emotional, had kept me away, as had a lack of connection with this side of my heritage.
The idea was that she would keep the job she loved while my father carved out a career as an artist - though it didn't quite go to plan.
A sense of isolation and separation from his family threw him into a deep depression, and he stopped painting.
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