Lucky to be here
Cal in Color
And while my mother comforted me, she would often whisper, “Don’t be sad. We are so lucky to have gotten to move to America.”
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Anxiety, depression and all
Cal in Color
I wondered how the call with my parents, who quietly offer more support than I could ask for, caused more stress than calls from UHS and friends combined.
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Embodying my honey and silk
Cal in Color
I quickly grew to resent my Chinese side. I hated my monolid eyes, my parents’ accented words, my mother’s ethnic dishes and anything else in between.
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