I didn’t expect him to smile and say, “I love you,” as Americans did. I had never seen him smile and I would never expect him to embrace me; he never had. But perhaps there was some way—some subtle, casual way—that he could acknowledge my worth.
Asian American Writers’ Workshop
112 W 27th Street, Suite 600
New York, NY 10001
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