The faint, early memories I have are set in a small, suburban town called Franklin. My neighborhood, as I knew it, consisted of tiny rooms filled with antiquated furniture and bizarre noises of the Cantonese dialect and broken English. I could only see my father once a month because of his strenuous restaurant cook work schedule, while my mother could not work because of her immense back problems. At ten, instead of play dates and neighborhood street hockey games, I...

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