There’s an interesting tension here between the personal and the systemic that made me pause. The opening idea about divorce and abandonment in immigrant families feels like it’s pointing toward something deeper, almost an inherited fatigue or quiet disappointment that doesn’t always get spoken about directly.

I found myself wanting to stay longer with those lived experiences and stories, because that’s where the emotional weight of the piece feels strongest. It feels like the beginning of a larger reflection rather than a conclusion, and I’m curious to see where you take it next.