My father didn't know a soul when he arrived in Berlin, Germany, for a study abroad scholarship. He spent a few days roaming the city alone without a place to stay, stashing his belongings in a train station locker. Thankfully, he managed to meet my Oma Helma, a kind college professor who offered him room and board. After Oma Helma helped my dad settle down, he met my mom, and before long had my brothers and me. Oma Helma became my godmother, and though I have not seen her since my family left Germany to settle down in Nigeria, she remained a constant presence in our lives. We looked forward to her yearly holiday care packages, filled with toys for us kids and German treats for the whole family. Oma Helma often sent us lebkuchen, traditional German holiday cookies which came enclosed in an elaborately decorated cardboard gingerbread house.