A Chinese American Fairy Tale
I love my parents because they are in me, but I wonder if, when they look at me, they see those parts or instead a shapeshifter who’s slowly taken over the person they thought they’d raised.
This is Formation Jukebox, a column by Lio Min on being in transition and the music that helps them make sense of it all.
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