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Nov 2015
fighting my sister for chasubao
capturing lobaco with chopsticks
and your memory, always,
telling me i shouldn't learn putonghua
because "this is america
and you'd better learn that fast."
i will honestly never forget the look on my grandmother's face when i told her i was learning chinese. she looked like it was a betrayl, like i might as well have stabbed her in the back with aforementioned chopsticks.
glassea
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glassea  24/USA
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