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Before You Go
To my Ukrainian Aunty Mary, who wants to scratch Putin’s eyes out
To my mother: ‘It’s still strange that home, for both of us, is now a different place’
To my brother-in-law: ‘I’ve loved and loathed you, but I couldn’t imagine losing you’
To my Grade 10 English teacher: ‘You were the sanctuary I needed to survive those dark high school years’
To my birth mother: ‘I’m not searching for who I want to be anymore—I’m discovering who I am’