fish in a pool
Each time I cross a border, I feel the push and pull in my body, a cacophony of competing desires. And always there are choices to make: what to assimilate, what to reject. Is it true that we are always, as migrants, and the children of migrants, attempting to choose what my parents call "the best of both worlds"? Or is it possible to transcend—no,
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... See moreAs the eldest daughter of an eldest daughter, my mom, I grew up seeing her slave away, holding her self-worth so tightly to how much of herself she could give up. No more, I say. Let me break the toxic cycle that has kept our inner child captive. I relieve myself of the illusion that everything, everyone, depends on me. I release the idea that I am
i had a hard time feeling understood by my parents when i was a kid. now, i am realizing how much of it comes down to not understanding my parents too. this is a letter I wrote my dad. i was surprised that he wanted me to share it openly. 1/3 https://t.co/4xLF0nY3VO
the parentified daughter
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unnatural selection of the eldest daughter
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