Bleary-eyed after an all-night flight from Bangkok, I waited in, okay, I admit it, grumbling misery, for the final leg of my trip. Schipol is not an awful airport, but I was tired and grumpy and had too much time to kill. Eventually, I headed to t...

The last box was carried into the house. It was stacked with the others making a wall that lined a path to the kitchen. I knew what was inside the boxes. Some had toys and trinkets for the kids. Others had dishes and glassware. Some had books. One...