Story #2: Roots, Part 1– Piecing it together

I’m piecing my history together through these stories. For a lot of reasons, my parents don’t speak much of what life was like before they came to America. I’ve gathered what I know from what they’ve mentioned in passing conversation or what I’ve gotten through awkward questions whose answers leave awkward silences between us. Maybe some things are too painful to talk about, maybe they don’t want to burden us with what they had to go through– that was the point of coming to America in the first place, wasn’t it? Maybe they’ve just forgotten. I hope not and I don’t think so, because I can feel everything still there, influencing everything we are and do, pressing, waiting to be remembered, waiting to be acknowledged.

There are more stories coming.