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Loving

When I was 15, my mother fell in love with a man who was not her husband, who was not my father. The man was in every way the opposite of her husband, my father, a Chinese immigrant with a Ph.D. in political science. The man my mother fell in love with was a white […]

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When I was 15, my mother fell in love with a man who was not her husband, who was not my father. The man was in every way the opposite of her husband, my father, a Chinese immigrant with a Ph.D. in political science. The man my mother fell in love with was a white