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Hong Kong feels so much like home, I don’t know whether to be repelled or find comfort. There is almost no culture shock having grown up in Markham, which part remembrance, part reimagining and a perpetual act of translation of the original. Those who didn’t want to stick around to see what [...] Every Saturday, from the ages five to 13, I spent my mornings at school. Monday through Friday I was earning teacher’s praise and good marks but come Saturday I was the illiterate badass. My parents sent to Chinese school in an attempt to salvage the relationship I had with my estranged maternal language. In Grade [...] Last weekend my parents came to visit me, officially marking the half-way point of my exchange. Along with them came my aunt and uncle visiting from Georgia. Together we did one thing I had been waiting for since the second day I was in the country, when I saw it for the first time.
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