Reading David Copperfield and feeling outraged at how children were treated in boarding schools. Is it a universal truth that children shouldn’t be beaten? Or a sign of the times?
I wish I didn’t get Asian flush.
Sometimes all you want on a Sunday night is some dirty takeaways with no nutritional value.
O met my parents for the first time today. I was super anxious about it, imagining the awkwardness of it, the gaps in communication and culture. It was fine. It was absolutely fine. Conversation flowed, we laughed and talked like familiar people do. It was so seamless and natural. I am so glad and relieved.
I don’t give my parents enough credit. In my mind, their English isn’t at a level where they can hold conversation but in reality, this isn’t true at all. They are perfectly capable of holding conversation and engaging with other people. I’ve really underestimated them.
I feel so so happy with life right now, and I think O is a big part of that. I’m glad and grateful for him.
When They See Us makes me want to stop everything I’m doing and go study law so that I can become a human rights lawyer because that feels like the only thing that would make me feel less helpless.
Quite daunting to think about all the reading that I have to do for my classes. It’s good though, satisfying when done.