First Person is a daily personal piece submitted by readers. Have a story to tell? See our guidelines at tgam.ca/essayguide. Open this photo in gallery: Illustration by Marley Allen-Ash We met in an elevator. And by the time we’d reached the sixth floor, my family and I had an invite to dinner at Krysia Clarke’s apartment, her phone number and an invitation to call anytime. Everything about her sparkled, from her lime green pantsuit studded with crystals, to her gold jewellery that twinkled in the elevator’s fluorescent light. Hers was the first invite we’d received from anyone since our flight...