Assimilation is the American dream, isn’t it? It is the thing we all dream of when we do not know where we fit in. I think I have, unfortunately, assimilated to the point of not being seen anymore. I...
The 19-hour flight to the U.S. is waiting. The image of my 7-year-old self tearfully waving off my extended family as I walked away to board the plane is burned into my brain to this day. This flight promised...
