I have a hunch that the stamps in my passport have contributed most of my insights, and prompted most of my questions.
I didn't realize how many of my physical and emotional needs I’d discounted by pretending everything was fine.
I don't notice how my speaking has changed until I'm around exclusively Americans.
For the first time, I’m not rushing things.
She hates immigrants, children, and from what I can tell, my sisters and me.
I added my mom to the group message first, then my dad, then my brother. And then I stopped.