I’ve landed, but where am I? In German, to arrive, “ankommen,” is understood to be a longer process, one that could take days or weeks.
Asian Americans have a new face, a new role model, a new idol to call their own. I am not one of these Asian Americans.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified going into the reunion: I was jobless, husbandless, childless, petless, and I hadn’t even found a cure for cancer!
I was stunned. I dropped my pens, stood up and burst out into uncontrollable sobbing. Dad was my role model, my best friend, my only true confidante. He was the reason I became a teacher.
A simple classroom question suddenly became a personal question of patriotism.
“This is a picture of grandpa,” I said as I looked at the unfamiliar landscape behind him. “Where is he in this photo?” My cousin peered over. “I don’t know,” he said. “I think this might have been Nigeria.”