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Loving your weekly

Writings. Keep them

Coming.

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I really enjoy your way with words, Alice!

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The eternal problem of a sensitive child born of immigrant parents: the desire to be like everyone else around you. Then you grow up and wish to be different from those around you. If you are lucky, you get to appreciate what your parents endured to settle here, where wishes and dreams are yours for the having. No bullets or hunger or fear stand in the way, only the scars of difference.

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Thank you for reading. The scars of difference are healed. You are right, what remains is a privileged and fortunate life. And gratitude.

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Another wonderful piece Alice…I eagerly await Sunday…so I can read the latest …Thank you .

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This is a generous, loving telling of your experience as a child in an immigrant family. I especially admire the way you only introduce your name in the sixth paragraph. It is, of course, your story but also the story of many thousands of others.

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It's the story of millions! Thanks for reading. I always appreciate your supportive comments.

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A lovely and moving account of a young girl's immigrant story. A friend of mine's granddaughter was recently honored for being part of a group of middle schoolers who take immigrant children under their wing and show them the ropes. It makes me happy to think newcomers are being welcomed by their peers. Like you, these new kids will make the best of a difficult situation and find their path to a better life.

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Thank you for sharing the story of your granddaughter. How lovely.

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I love reading about your childhood, Alice!

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