In Immigrating from Japan, I Lost Language, Home, and Pokémon
Maybe, I thought, I could play Pokémon with my peers and bridge the gap between me and my an all-white classroom. But we lose things in translation.
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Esther, you are a queen not because of your physical perfection, but because of the horror and rage you transformed it into.
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