One of the countless children who took part in last month’s popular movement in Armenia that toppled the government of Serzh Sarkisian
BY MEGHEDI MELODY NAZARIAN
Any Diasporan who has been to Armenia has undoubtedly picked up on how different kids that are born and raised in Armenia are from children raised outside the Motherland. At first, you notice young kids out and about on the streets of Yerevan past 10 p.m. — considered way past their bedtimes in America. Then you see young children taking the bus and when you look around, you don’t always notice a parent or grandparent nearby. You may come across a youngun sitting at a restaurant (sans high chair) with a handful of adults and no Crayons in sight. You might even hear this little one contributing to the adult conversation and the only thing that gives away their age is their squeaky voice — not the mastery of their Armenian language or eloquence of their thoughts.
The first time my ears perked up at a kid in Armenia was when I heard my cousin’s 6-year-old son Varouj yell “araaaaaâ€
