I look a lot like my mother. When I was younger my parent’s friends as well as our extended family members called me “Chotie Sunny” which means “Little Sunny” in Urdu.

Most of us kids resemble our mother, but in my case the resemblance is rather strong. My sister Puchi is the only one among us who looks like my father. My mother’s genes must have been stronger when it came to us kids.

Sometime around 1986 Puchi and I were commenting that she was the only one who looked like our father’s side of the family. Then we began to wonder if my parents were still having sex. “Do you think Ami and Aba still have sex?” I asked my sister.

“I don’t know,” she said. “What do you think?”

Later that evening we were in the living room with our mother and Puchi said, “Foo has something she wants to ask you.”

“I do not!” I said blushing. But I really did want to know, so I said, “You ask her,” to Puchi.

“What do you want to ask me?” my mother said, intrigued by our cryptic exchange.

“Foo wants to know if you and Aba still have sex,” Puchi said.

“Puchi wants to know too,” I said, trying to minimize the embarrassment I was feeling.

“You think people lose their sex drive when they get older?” my mother asked. My parents were only in their fifties and sixties.

“Sort of,” I said.

“Well, we don’t,” she clarified. “We have a very active sex life,” she added. Okay, this was more information than I needed.

“We don’t need details,” I said.

With that mystery solved, we moved onto other topics. “Why do you think most of us look like you?” I asked Ami.

Before she could answer, Puchi said to me, “Well, I know who my father is. Do you?”