First Part

No Dad. You should not.
Honey, I am coming to New York.
New York, possibly the most cosmopolitan place in the world, does not even have a familiar enclave her parents could retreat to once the city’s dazzling diversity began to glare into their eyes.
I don’t want Dad back when I am in still in my period of adjustment in New York. I need more time.
I am still struggling to describe myself to my classmates.
You do not understand, do you?
Are you Filipino or Latino?
No, I am from Singapore.
Oh! I know where you are from now! I think?
So much would be novel to m parents in New York. I am anxious myself would not be even as part of the novelty.
I changed my wardrobe due to the City’s climate but there are a few aspects which are invisible to her, such as her accent, a certain posture or attitude that she adopted in public which made her less deferential and less of the wind-eyed newcomer sending out pheromones to ostentatious danger.
I changed my wardrobe due to the City’s climate but there are a few aspects which are invisible to her, such as her accent, a certain posture or attitude that she adopted in public which made her less deferential and less of the wind-eyed newcomer sending out pheromones to ostentatious danger.
I also do not want to quizzed on the halal eating places in the city or where even the nearest mosque is.
Hey Mom!Hey Dad!

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