This isn’t working. Why can’t you see it? Why can’t you see ME?

Why did Ima want to move so far from her family, from her friends, her home?

I tug at the colorful volume. Wait, this isn’t a book… it’s a diary. Ima’s diary, from—

“Everything that happened?” The words emerge of their own volition; I have no idea what Aunt Chana is talking about

Her tone of voice makes it sound like making salmon is as exotic as scuba diving off the coast of Australia

I paste on a huge, fake smile. “I… have to go now, guys. I have something going on… It was great seeing you, though!”

I get it, there’s a uniform, but come on. Where’s the individuality, the funky hair accessories, the hairstyles that suit the face, not just the fashion?