Status Updates From The Art of Making a Forgott...

The first 25 pages and I’m already at the edge of tearing up. Not because of the events even though I can anticipate what will happen, but because of the branches of DNA within me and how much I miss home, a sense of absence that follows an immigrant no matter where they go, even when they return to their home-country. The absence of a place and self that will never be again

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