Scooby, Scooby-Doo, Can’t See You
When I was in the third grade, my mom gave me some devastating news:
Son, you are going back to Chinese School!
I was shocked. Incredulous, I asked if she was kidding. But she was totally serious. Our church, an ethnic Chinese Christian church, was launching its own Chinese School, and I was going to be a student.
I broke down crying, on the spot.
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