today in my honors class . . we were talking about our honors reception.
we all concluded that it was going to be a hella awkward night with all of our parents just standing around not really knowing what to say to each other.
my parents are coming.
it's going to be great. i can't wait to introduce them to all my classmate's bougie parents and show them . . yes. my mama and papa were refugees, barely speak english, and probably work two times as much to make half the amount of money . . but they raised me and made it possible for me to go to college and write a 60 page paper about their journey and our struggle.
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