Mom: “Has you red lah?”

Though she can’t speak English well, my mother laid the foundation for mine.

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An immigrant from Malaysia, my mother has lived in the United States for more than 25 years.

It wasn’t much, but it was a start, and it was enough for her to get by and be understood.

For the longest time, I resented my mother.

Time doesn’t heal all wounds, but there’s something about distance that prompts reflection.

She was, and had always been, active, selfless, and the living personification of nurturing.

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