“Mr. Hussein’s story in his own language was infused with colour. After the death of his wife, he had moved to America to be with his son. Life in Pakistan was a struggle, so he was relieved to live here in comfort. But recently, while his son and daughter-in-law were at work, he found himself feeling depressed. He was not accustomed to the quiet of the suburbs and missed the familiar hustle and bustle of Karachi. His family was caring, but he felt like a burden. His jet-black eyes clouded over with tears as he admitted he had experienced thoughts of suicide and stopped taking his blood pressure pills…”