One year for Valentine’s Day, I invited my students to my home for a ‘tea party.’ All my students were Afghan refugee ladies.

They came to my house, they marveled at my deviled eggs, they made Valentines for the first time, and I led them in a rousing game of ‘pin the heart on the man.’ They liked the game a lot, they were very competitive. They played with gusto.

Later when I told the missionary ladies about the party, they were scandalized by my choice of games.