She lived with us for 56 years. She raised me and my siblings without pay. I was 11, a typical American kid, before I realized who she was.


I have way too many thoughts on this. This article shook me to the core. The biggest realization I currently have is that this is the first time I remember in my life where I was actually interested in my family history, as a second generation Filipino in the US I've always been ambivalent about my culture (I also publicly hated participating in the Filipino dance group my mom taught), and something about my parents making sure that I didn't learn their native language (they thought it stunt my English) just closed my curiosity about being Filipino.

Also, I dreaded my family trips to the Philippines because it always terrified me on an existential level. I have a hard time thinking about my extended family there without thinking that I am the worst person ever.

posted by rrrrr: 430 days ago