When I was in middle school, I always asked my mother if I could get some snacks from the international isle. The chocolate and strawberry flavored Pocky always got the best of me. The first time I stepped into a T&T was with my friend Ashley. Ashley invited me to go grocery shopping with her and her mother. At the time, I didn't think much of the look on Ashley's face when I took her up on the idea. But it was our first time hanging out outside of school. And the activity we chose was grocery shopping — on a Saturday. To me, it was something new but to Ashley, T&T is just a grocery store. I wouldn't blame her for thinking I was weird for being obsessed and glorifying this grocery store. Sorry Ashley.
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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...
