I used to work in the kitchen of a retirement home. Liza was an employee from the housekeeping department. Liza always had a smile on her face and her playful personality would charm residents and staff despite always working overtime. "We Asians are hard workers — especially Filipinos", she would say to me. She would wrap one arm around me and give me a squeeze, I disassociated myself in the we. Having everything always handed to me, I can't imagine immigrating to a foreign country alone, barely making ends meet to sponsor my husband and son. She had the right to take pride because she knows what hard work really is.
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Banana
Non-FictionBeing a biracial Chinese person raised by white people in a western society, I have always found it difficult to find my place. In this small collection of flash creative nonfiction, I explore the way I am perceived by others versus how I perceive m...
