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The excitement of moving into my first apartment was overshadowed by the faraway presence of my Lolo.
For my dad, the issue of my marital status was about fulfilling his duties as a father; for my mom, it was about reputation.
The first time I experienced racism was when I was 9 years old.
As unfair and misguided I felt their rules were, I was painfully aware of the generational and cultural gap between us.
It’s impossible to go back to a place of love without the people you love still there.
Yey Tem looked exactly like she did in all the photographs I had seen — stooped in her chair, always in the portrait’s center, remaining unchanged.
Last time I thought about loving you / was the first time I cried about you not loving me
It was only toward the end of college that I first began to really understand the deep and awful tragedy of my upbringing.