You know the sad thing of post-9/11 which was of course horrific was that the city in which I felt completely at home for two decades suddenly people like us – brown people – were looked at as the 'Others.'
When I was at home I felt loved and safe. My sisters were always a safe haven for me. I knew they would always play with me and make me feel like I was one of them.
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I went to the store and bought lady fingers when I got home I noticed one of the fingers was missing so I went back to the store and the manager was nice enough to give me the finger.
