A beautiful breakfast spread at Foreign Cinema, SF
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Read this somewhere and it still haunts me..
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It’s a strange, aching dilemma that tugs at my heart—staying in a country that repeatedly shows me I’m not truly one of them- always feeling like an outsider, while the people who love me most are oceans away. Every new white hair on my mother’s head feels like a painful reminder that time is slipping by. And here I am, still struggling to exist as an “alien” in a land I’ve given 12 years of my life to. I can’t help but wonder: will it ever let me call it home?
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