Guna has always worked with his hands. In his home country of Sri Lanka, he used his hands to help make things grow from the soil. When he first came to Canada, he worked in a restaurant. As he tinkered with his car’s engine, I watched his gloved hands deliberate over movements. I listened to his strong voice skip over non-essential parts of sentences.
I only noticed the 2-inch scar below his left eye as he raised his head to ask me if I’d heard of the war in Sri Lanka.
“Any war it’s bad, eh. Bad experience”