Hima, I remember the day you were scolded on the elevator. It was one of the handful of moments that sparked something in me -- permission to stop disassociating-while-dying my roots, as you so beautifully describe it. Thank you for articulating this, I cried reading it. Love, Salina <3
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Hima, I remember the day you were scolded on the elevator. It was one of the handful of moments that sparked something in me -- permission to stop disassociating-while-dying my roots, as you so beautifully describe it. Thank you for articulating this, I cried reading it. Love, Salina <3