Ironically, it seems geographical and cultural gaps permit students and parents to view one another more holistically than episodically.
Browsing: family
Childhood In Year 5 my ammu gave me my first pair of thick, black tights to wear under my school…
I hope that you learn something from all the brilliant writers who have contributed to this edition, or that you at least do a double take in the mirror next time you put on a new outfit. And I hope you see the value of learning to cut from your own unique cloth.
I also know my mother married young. She became a mother long before she was able to become herself. I worry that everything my mother loves, she loves as a mother.
“Now I would describe it as a state of regression, back into the child self. That same inner child we all are so desperate to get back once we reach adulthood.”
The very universality of emotion, and vulnerability, was the sentimental zenith of this revue. The concept of storytelling through common ethnic experiences made this year’s POC Revue an affectionate one to watch.
Through stuttered sobs, I thanked him for being a good grandad. He snorted; “I haven’t done much”. I said that he had, trying to articulate through my running nose and gasping breath how much he had done for me, but in the moment, I couldn’t.
“If I had just been a better child, less of a troublemaker in school, less of a problem child, would she be whole? … I broke my mum.”
I am grateful that you never throw anything out. If you will not tell me about your life, I will at least be able to piece it together through your belongings.
To put it simply, family stories fascinate me. I always want to know about people and their pasts, how they spend time with their family, how their family sees them, and about what families can teach us.
