You don’t come home anymore
Personal Michelle Yi Personal Michelle Yi

You don’t come home anymore

At best, I would describe the other kids as uneasy allies in a war against circumstance. We were all suspicious of each other, wondering who would steal what, who would be a bully, and who was the most likely to stab you.

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Roaches
Personal Michelle Yi Personal Michelle Yi

Roaches

When I was five or six, I remember sitting by my grandmother in the small shanty that we called home, looking up at the towering hundred-floor-plus apartment buildings of Gangnam, South Korea.

She told me about her past and mine. “We were so excited at first when your mother found out she was pregnant. And then we found out you were a girl.”

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