This was me in New York, alone in my hotel room emotional and teary. Whenever I go for a vacation, I'd make sure I get to meet a close friend or relatives. I was going to meet my high school friend in the city but she was in California this time and won't get to NY until after a couple of days more. Even if I'm used to being alone most of the time, dejection crept in me realising I'm just in NY, my paternal cousins and uncle are just maybe a quick taxi ride away from me and I couldn't and wouldn't meet them, though I want to. Because I was and will never be accepted in the family.
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