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⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ Back in the 2000s, my parents made an executive decision to move to Canada when I was barely speaking a lick of English. When we first got here, we had trouble making ends meet. We lived in a dingy apartment complex that my old friends there argue could be considered a project. My Abbu worked night and day and the only moments he could catch his breath was during the weekend mornings. We didn't own a bed yet, but we had a floor mattress. On there, our family sat and watched old Tom and Jerry episodes on a laptop. One day, when I decided to be exceptionally angsty, I told my parents I go…
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