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When I think about my cultural heritage, I think of my mother -she is RAI. For a long time, I didn’t really understand what that meant. Like many modern parents, she couldn’t explain it deeply either. It was just a surname she took from her father -though both her parents were Rai. Something most oldern… Read more
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Sometimes I think about how my story began with a giant question mark- my father. My mom was so young when she divorced, 21? 22…maybe, and I was just 2 or 3. I don’t have a single memory of my biological dad so I guess it’s safe to say I was super young when they… Read more
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Today is one of those days. Period day. Cramps, cravings, random crying. The weather’s not helping either. And like clockwork, the flashbacks come… not the sweet kind, but the kind that sting. Isn’t it strange how bad memories have a way of looping on repeat? Sometimes I wonder if I had any truly happy childhood… Read more
Millennial's Diary 