Her aunts—a year apart and almost identical in appearance—ticked all the boxes of conventional postcolonial standards of Bangladeshi beauty. They had the “fair and lovely” smooth skin, the black voluminous hair that touched their waists, and eyes with lashes that could put a doe to shame.
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“I spoke the least of my fears for him then. Although his excesses scared me, I usually said nothing against his inordinate feasts.”
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She loved her Oxy, Hydrocodone, and Xanax, the pretty colors and shapes. She sometimes poured them all into her hand. Did she think about it? Of course, some days. It would be so easy—a glass of water, her favorite videos.
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He’s standing around and a girl in a red coat makes him think of me. Or a French bulldog, that I would run to pat. Or a scent makes him turn back.
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“They had traveled through miles and miles of empty land in the dark, a vast empty space between national borders.”
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I was certain all was lost, that the curtain had been lifted to expose Double Take Creative for what it truly was: a two-bit operation run by a misty-eyed has-been and his oblivious minion.
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The flight attendant checked the row number printed on the overhead compartments, consulted her paper, then looked directly at Mia. “You are a doctor?”
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This is when I realize that sunglasses weren’t invented to keep the sun out of your eyes.
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She returned home when her village was liberated after six months of occupation. Her house greeted her with a collapsed wall.
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“It was bleak, and I had no idea how we could translate it to a kids’ show about a talking monkey, but I was jazzed.”
