“No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.”
― Alice Walker
For eighteen years of my life my mother’s arms were the warmest home I ever knew. A home for when I felt scared or lonely or sad. What an actual home lacked in structural support, my mother made up for in love and kindness.
“A ship is safe in harbor, but that’s not what ships are built for” -John A. Shedd
Oddly enough, my most pivotal memories of us are simple conversations that meant nothing at the time, but mean everything today.
Before you read on, it’s pronounced like a T-S. Tsao.
My second grade teacher would always let me check out the advanced reading books, so she was pretty cool by my standards. But she could never say my name right, and that bothered me. No, not ‘chow,’ I would say. Not ‘cow,’
It’s been only six days since you came into my life and I keep replaying those 20 minutes the hospital gave us to breath in the same air.
This piece is by no means an all encompassing perspective on the “APIAs” experience*