It took me over 30 years to embrace my immigrant identity
It took me over 30 years to embrace my immigrant identity
During a therapy session when I was 36 years old, I suddenly began crying as I saw – and felt – the scene of a distressed toddler being led by the arm in a hurry through a busy place. She was saying goodbye to her father.
I immediately realised this must have been the day my mother, baby brother and I left Lebanon.
The details aren’t something that had ever been discussed in the family, though I…