In December, on my way back to France from Malaysia, I stopped in Paris to get a visitor’s visa at the Canadian Embassy.
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In December, on my way back to France from Malaysia, I stopped in Paris to get a visitor’s visa at the Canadian Embassy.
My daughter has her father’s white skin, her grandfather’s dark curls, but nobody is sure how she got her blue eyes.
My daughter has her father’s white skin, her grandfather’s dark curls, but nobody is sure how she got her blue eyes.
I am writing from the country of my childhood and adolescence, the place that inspires everything I write, the place that invigorates and exhausts and devastates me like no other place on earth.
I am writing from the country of my childhood and adolescence, the place that inspires everything I write, the place that invigorates and exhausts and devastates me like no other place on earth.
Before I became a mother, I thought I’d take my child(ren) back to Malaysia for Deepavali every year. For various reasons, I haven’t made that particular trip with my daughter since she was born in 2009, although we’ve been to Malaysia three times as a family.
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Before I became a mother, I thought I’d take my child(ren) back to Malaysia for Deepavali every year. For various reasons, I haven’t made that particular trip with my daughter since she was born in 2009, although we’ve been to Malaysia three times as a family.
For the past two weeks, I’ve been immersed in the commemorative supplements of a Malaysian newspaper celebrating its fortieth anniversary this month.
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For the past two weeks, I’ve been immersed in the commemorative supplements of a Malaysian newspaper celebrating its fortieth anniversary this month.
