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My parents, Feb 2018.
Abbu was in dementia. He died 9/11/18. I last saw him in Dec '16--but didn't travel there until after he'd died. I stayed put because my then-supervisors (gone now) were looking for an excuse to terminate me.
Abbu was in dementia. He died 9/11/18. I last saw him in Dec '16--but didn't travel there until after he'd died. I stayed put because my then-supervisors (gone now) were looking for an excuse to terminate me.
It was just after I'd had cancer (for a 2nd time) in 2016 that my supervisors really went after me.
I didn't tell my parents about cancer in '16 (in remission now). Abbu couldn't understand it, and ammi couldn't have borne it.
I didn't tell my parents about cancer in '16 (in remission now). Abbu couldn't understand it, and ammi couldn't have borne it.
You think our minority/immigrant stories are triumphal?
We cut our hearts out of our chests, and hope that it will feed the beast.
Hope that there will be mercy tomorrow.
We cut our hearts out of our chests, and hope that it will feed the beast.
Hope that there will be mercy tomorrow.
Ammi says she is fine, but she is not really very mobile now.
I wish I could hold her right now.
I wish I could hold her right now.
In a different life, I tell my supervisors to suck it, and go and travel to see my family.
But that is not my life.
But that is not my life.
