It was a moment of expat life that I would have completely forgotten. I’m so glad I wrote it down!
I was looking at the cuckoo clock that used to hang in Martin’s grandma’s kitchen in a small German town.
“I remember a clock like that,” I told Martin. “My grandparents had one.”
It hung on the wall near the fireplace. And every time our family gathered for parties, my cousins and I would gape up at the clock as the hour approached. Tick tock, tick tock. We waited. More little cousins gathered. Tick tock. Tick tock.