Homeless
By Emanuel Boutros
Perhaps one day we will go back again, sit on the shore on which we used to sit, and tell everything we have been through to that sea of ours, shedding tears that the waves will carry.
By Emanuel Boutros
Perhaps one day we will go back again, sit on the shore on which we used to sit, and tell everything we have been through to that sea of ours, shedding tears that the waves will carry.
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By Rowel Jiménez
Using the skills I learned in debate club to try and convince my parents to let me quit.
By Iris Araki
Navigating individuality through bilinguality.
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After almost two years of knowing each other, today is the first time she calls me by my nickname.
By Sarah Chin
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