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New country, new language to learn. It's so exciting when you're only 5. Wanting to meet everyone, wanting to learn their story. Enthusiastically barely understanding. Some words familiar, movies had taught me a handful. Finally someone understood my parents are French too, but I was born here Maybe he'll be my friend? Still so much too learn, Laura, what sunk the titanic? I knew the answer, but not the word aan ice cewbe? I really did know the answer HAHA you're so stupid! It was an iceberg! I knew the answer do you put icebergs in your drink, Laura? Hahaha I just didnt know the word. A unique sense of betrayal, abandonment, when you're own people shame you for still trying to learn the words of another. I thought we were the same you're stupid and ugly I had so many friends back home I thought they would understand, help maybe? Always had been too gullible. Maybe the movies were wrong. No one befriends the outsider. No one shows mercy. It's survival of the fittest after all.
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
I Think This is What They Call "Irony"
New country, new language to learn. It's so exciting when you're only 5. Wanting to meet everyone, wanting to learn their story. Enthusiastically barely understanding. Some words familiar, movies had taught me a handful. Finally someone understood my parents are French too, but I was born here Maybe he'll be my friend? Still so much too learn, Laura, what sunk the titanic? I knew the answer, but not the word aan ice cewbe? I really did know the answer HAHA you're so stupid! It was an iceberg! I knew the answer do you put icebergs in your drink, Laura? Hahaha I just didnt know the word. A unique sense of betrayal, abandonment, when you're own people shame you for still trying to learn the words of another. I thought we were the same you're stupid and ugly I had so many friends back home I thought they would understand, help maybe? Always had been too gullible. Maybe the movies were wrong. No one befriends the outsider. No one shows mercy. It's survival of the fittest after all.
choupinette
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choupinette
French
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
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