My sisters and I marched through one airport gate after another, soldiers of separation, casualties of a difficult divorce.
So this is the tragedy of being a global citizen, intercontinental.
At school, it seemed like the kids who were more “Americanized,” those who were more assertive, daring and funny had a much easier time making friends and succeeding academically.
I’m trying to write a story about the first time I held hands with a girl. Simple enough, right? It is, after all, something most people have done.