My parents are Sikh, from the Punjab. Life here was difficult at first. My father had a master’s degree in economics but worked in a factory for the first time in his life. Amid success and setbacks, I never heard my parents say a disparaging word about our country, not once. Mom defined Canada in her own terms: the people are polite, she said. My brother and I grew up in Mississauga, enjoying a wonderful suburban childhood. We cruised the streets on our bicycles, played road hockey and went to Temple. It was quiet and peaceful, the Canadian dream.