To me, ‘daiji’ embodies the struggle to prioritize two languages, homes, and selves.
“You listen when she looks at you this way, to her eyes if not to her words.”
Even when I think I am at peace, when I think I have healed, I find myself still thinking of my scar.
I promised myself I would not threaten, shame, or scare my daughter into compliance. I kept that promise.
The lady inhales the entirety of the burrito. How is she to expect the courtship of a gentleman with such brash and unrefined manners?
On “the animal kingdom’s bravest and most vigilant mother.”
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