What I Want for my Children

I want my children to be the stranger sometimes, too. I want their ears flooded with the music of other tongues. I want them to be speechless as they smash into unfamiliar sights, smells, tastes and sounds. I want them to experience being the minority.

I want my children to be the stranger sometimes, too.
I want their ears flooded with the music of other tongues.
I want them to be speechless as they smash into unfamiliar sights, smells, tastes and sounds.
I want them to experience being the minority.

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