My grandparents took my younger sister, Precious (yeah, I know) and I on a flight from Manila to Los Angeles when I was seven to reunite with my parents but I wasn’t too thrilled to leave my family, friends, and dog, Lucky (my dogmate) for good. But truthfully, I didn’t want to speak in English because I spoke with an accent despite going to a multilingual school & living in a multilingual household. This imperfection was nerve-wracking to only me — my sister had no qualms blabbering in English and it only made me cringe hearing her tonal and structural flaws. Insert lessons learned here, but I was determined to speak as little English possible until it was top notch. Soon after, my teachers awarded me with best behavior certificates until I was comfortable enough to speak in proper English like a So. Cal Valley girl. I was comfortable inserting “likes” like all the freaking time; long “ummmms” so you know I’m pondering on like stuff, and like omg freaking out cause that’s hecka cool to do those things. I’m real ‘Merican now just so you know and haven’t like shut this trap for real cause it’s like within my rights dude!