immigrant-teen-writter
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Phone call
…My phone rang… It was two of my dad side aunts behind the phone, people I hadn’t seen in five years now. It felt like they were placed in my subconscious. I could tell I knew them, but a feeling kept me from truly knowing them. I couldn’t hardly understand their accent. Their deep accent… Continue reading
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Borderlines
“And that’s what happened during the Vietnam War. Setaish anything about Afghanistan you want to add?” Yes… Then maybe I can repeat what I’ve memorized from the news just before coming to class. To be able to answer it as if my life depends on it, because most of the information known by others around… Continue reading
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