My Life in Iran Under Sanctions
I’d get up at six a.m. every Saturday, to be at the drugstore by seven. There I could fill my father's chemotherapy prescription.
One day . . .
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My parents are from the Rust Belt, words supposed to encapsulate the decay, the abandoned workplaces.
“The question of where you’re from is often met with eager anticipation to easily judge you.”
People will tell you the Marlins suck, that no one likes the Marlins. “Marlins fans?” they’ll joke, because everyone knows that Marlins fans don’t exist. Except they do, we do.