Repost for her birthday.
Her name is “O.”
Most days she feels a tremendous gap of time and space between herself and her children. She is the Old Generation. The kids were the first to see comforts and have opportunities she only imagined for them when she took the necessary risks and traveled half the world to start a new life. Most days she tries to fit in. Most days she can pretend she’s American and live for the little pleasures that her citizenship entail. But most days too, she remembers her mother and the country she left behind.
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