Since losing my grandparents, I haven’t spoken as much Cantonese as much as I used to. When they passed away, it felt like I lost not only them, but also the language we spoke in to each other. I sometimes feel ashamed when ordering food I’ve eaten my whole life in English, when I’ve always ordered it in Cantonese. I barely tell anyone about my Cantonese side simply because my grandparents (who I spoke it to the most) are no longer with me, and it’s hard to really talk about my culture without thinking about them and feeling sad. In the future, I want to take a language class for Cantonese — cuz although I might have forgotten a lot of it — A BITCH AIN’T GONNA JUST LET IT GET AWAY. GONNA DRAG THAT CANTONESE MEMORY BY ITS FEET AND STUFF IT BACK IN MY BRAIN. LIKE NO BITCH U AIN’T GETTING AWAY THAT EASY. 🔥💪🏻✌🏻🔥