Like most 18-year-old newly graduated kids, I went to my college orientation with no idea in the world what I wanted to do with my life. 266 more words
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Genuinely writing being the first child in the family is a curse. First children are clueless, always seemed confused because they were never allowed to live their own life instead their parents’ lives from going for that singing class till achieving dreams. 945 more words
How insecurities, mistakes, and culture made me hate my favorite person.
Being the eldest sibling in a first generation immigrant family entails many things. Firstly, you’re the debut of an unspoken entity—the precedent in which all younger siblings are expected to follow. 1,120 more words