I GUESS WE STILL ARE
Nov 22, 2018
3 minutes
Short story by Isabella Garces
Illustration by Millie Woodcock
Perhaps we were an odd bunch. A bunch of nerds, a cluster of cultures, a band of mischief and discontent. Mostly content. Although the occasional dissing was not unheard of.
We were the estranged foreigners to whom the word ‘home’ was a foreign concept. Home to you was eating kimchee and ramen while watching Korean dramas with your mom. It was also speaking Spanish with Colombians who always asked you for help solving for and finding the derivative of . Home to you was almond croissants, profound afterschool discussions
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