LONDON — As soon as the plane descended from the low clouds and the landscape appeared beneath us, she started crying. The patchwork of fields in the British countryside seeped into the suburbs, and eventually the fringes of London came into view. She started crying again.
I wasn’t sure what to do. I don’t think I’d ever seen my mother cry quite like this. So I put my arm around her, and rubbed her shoulder.
“We’re here,’’ I said. This only made the crying situation worse.