I don’t know where fear originates, but I know that it always makes its way into the body, and that a body always begins with a mother. My mother taught us that we had to look carefully for the ways our bodies would betray us. We were her only children, my sister and me, born native into foreign America, a land she was still trying to understand.
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It took me almost twenty years to realize that nearly everything my mother had ever said to me was in translation. (Translation: English is my mother’s second language, but it is the first and only language she ever speaks with me. Until I was in college, I didn’t bother to understand what this meant.)
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