Sublime

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To make myself, and by proxy other Asian Americans, more human and a little more relevant to American culture.

“You know, I don’t think she ever lost her shit around her white friends.” “Yeah, well,” Erin said ruefully, “we were family.”

Her temperament was distinctly familial to me. She could be me, if I could unzip my skin and release all my fury. If Erin brought out the intellect in me (and my petty envy), Helen brought out what was raw in me.

But like many model immigrants, he can be angry.

He has a kind, round face and the relaxed, easygoing manner of someone who’s spent most of his life in California.

Wherever her family went, she became the node that connected all wandering Americans worth knowing.