Everyone has a handful of memories that are painful to remember. I have a fistful of memories that are shrouded in guilt and shame.
These memories lie deep within my belly, and among these darker memories, there are several of them that are connected to being Asian American.
In between the shrouds, I remember being ridiculed for my eyes and being told to “go back to where I came from.” To be frank, growing up Asian American was difficult for me.
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