"It's in the dishwasher", my boyfriend says. I open the dishwasher to find travel mugs and protein shakers on the top rack. While the bottom rack is occupied with necessities to brew coffee and tea. All sitting upside down to dry. But not just to dry. They live in the dishwasher. I hand him the mug he asked for. "It's normal, you wouldn't get it", he says.
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Banana
Non-FictionBeing a biracial Chinese person raised by white people in a western society, I have always found it difficult to find my place. In this small collection of flash creative nonfiction, I explore the way I am perceived by others versus how I perceive m...
