The good and bad parts of being torn between cultures

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I still remember the day I asked my mom if I could attend my white friend’s birthday sleepover. I barely got to the end of the sentence before she uttered the forceful no that settled at the tip of her lips. We were Indian and we did not sleep over at other people’s houses. She was annoyed at the preposterous question that I dared raise. The matter had been settled and I knew…