Here’s a story that I love to tell. My daughter Rachel is in Mumbai for several months finishing research for her masters degree. Her area of study is on human trafficking, so she’s hanging out in some rough places. D’Aun and I are naturally worried about our “little girl”. So one day she calls us from Mumbai. With breathless excitement she says to me, “Dad, I was in the brothel all day! And the Madam says I can come back whenever I want!”
Not exactly the kind of thing a Dad wants to hear from his daughter! But she chose …