There’s a quiet grief that sits inside me, one that I didn’t always have words for. It’s the grief of being disconnected from a land and a lineage I only know through fragments and feelings. Being a Filipina immigrant, I’ve carried this longing with me since I was a child, even when I didn’t fully understand it.
I moved here when I was six, and my memori…
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