I’ve lived overseas before. What was different then? I was 19, I guess I was keen on fitting in.
Now I’ve spent an additional 20 years in Malaysia, being mistaken for a white girl.
At 42-years, I find myself living in Berlin. My roots are curling around my mind like a play thing. I scold my kids and husband in Malay. I’m refining the perfect sambal. I’m telling Asian fairy tales.