Shame And Pride: I Placed My Mother On A Pedestal
Her first night in America, the land of the free, the land of limitless possibility, she slept in a Greyhound bus station.
Her first night in America, the land of the free, the land of limitless possibility, she slept in a Greyhound bus station.
Friends who have said to me, with such genuine sentiment in their eyes and words, “You’re actually so pretty for an Asian.”
Earlier this summer, when I first introduced myself to one of the masters students who works in the same room as I do, he said to me, “You do seem American. Americans are always so… happy.”