One Week

A creative narrative of a week (or less) told in fragmentary moments of the writer’s experience as a person of color on campus.
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Sunday, 9:30 pm

My family FaceTimes during their dinner—6:30 their time, a bit early so they can catch me. 

They show up first, their dinner spread out before them: a wok full of stir fry, the instant pot of steaming white rice, a pan with a ring of potstickers.