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I was ten, or maybe eleven or twelve—I don’t know. My mother doesn’t remember my birthday or year, so I cannot say for sure how old I was when I joined the Aroras as domestic help, a maid, a servant...
When I got my green card, I had mixed feelings. On one hand, I was elated to finally have the power to chart my own journey in this country...
Edson went to the back of the car, almost confirming my suspicions, but then turned into the dusty bushes.
"Whistling Acacia," I interpreted “whi-tling” as he actually whistled and pointed to the black, bulb-like thing on a thorny bush...
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