A Quiet Morning in America
<p>I had a conversation with someone recently whose entire family had contracted Covid. I found out like this: <em>sorry if my voice goes</em>, he said. <em>I have Covid</em>. I was helping him out with his work by answering some questions, but I quickly told him that he needed to rest. <em>Give yourself the space to recover,</em> I told him. <em>I guess my Dad told me the wrong thing,</em> he said.</p>
<p>I’ve been living in California for eleven years, and I’ve been an American citizen since I was born. There are still moments that make me wonder about the place I moved to. Some of the things that leave me wondering whether I’ll ever feel really at home here are relatively small — someone working through sickness instead of taking care of themselves, for example. And some are big.</p>
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