“I have not inherited the cognitive dissonance necessary to unconditionally love something that hates you, and I am childless— I have dogs, not kids— so I don’t take consolation in the hope that my children will reap what I sow, that I will plant seeds that will bear fruit my children will eat. This all ends with me.”
For the Child of Immigrants, the American Dream Can Be a Nightmare
Karla Cornejo Villavicencio | Vogue | April 17, 2018 | 1,808 words
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