Living abroad
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I can still see it clearly: a sunny day, the two of us standing at the gate of our home. You were waving at her, your eyes glassy, saying, “She did the best she could with what she had.” You never hid from me that your childhood wasn’t easy, especially your relationship with your mother.…
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A word.A grin.A pause.The realization that I said it wrong. The accent is always there, quietly reminding you that you’re not from here. That you have to spend a great deal of energy just to understand what’s happening around you, to communicate, to express yourself. That you must adapt.That you have changed, and are still…