The Invisible Stories We Carry
<p>Nearly 30 years ago today, I timidly walked behind my mother as we trotted down the jetway and took our first breaths at the San Francisco International Airport.</p>
<p>My new backpack bobbed to my steps, my hair an unsightly mess from the 12-hour redeye flight. One hand held tightly onto my baby sister, the other, my all-important passport.</p>
<p>“Be careful and do not lose this”, my mother had instructed for the hundredth time.</p>
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