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    How My Parents Spent 72 Hours in Scotland #Chapter2

    It’s a common enough complaint of a child of any age that his/her parent nags and tends to hover. I shared the same sentiments. But all of that came to a screeching halt – albeit temporarily – when it came to the trip with my parents to Scotland. Because with startling clarity, I realised I’d been hovering. I’d been overly worried. I’d been obscenely protective. And I stand by all of those sentiments. I didn’t want the parents to fall ill on foreign shores! This was rather evident by the number of times I asked my parents “are you okay” when we were heading back to Edinburgh after a day…