Branded A “Failure” For Refusing An Arranged Introduction, I Left Home — 11 Years Later I Returned By Private Jet With My Daughter, And My Parents Ran Out Of Words Western Pennsylvania wears November like a well-tailored coat—quiet, crisp, decisive. The small terminal had a coffee cart that smelled like cinnamon, and a flag by the door catching the light just right. I noticed all of it because, for once, my chest wasn’t busy bracing. 🇺🇸 The last night in my parents’ dining room had been all pe