The LBH, the Pad Thai, and Me
What a Bowl of Pad Thai Taught Me About Resentment and Renewal
When my parents divorced, my dad moved to Thailand, and I’ve been holding a grudge against the entire country ever since. I know it’s not Thailand’s fault, but I couldn’t look at Thai menus, swipe right on prompts that read, “Give me recommendations for Thailand,” or stomach any other surface-level association with the place.
Since I don’t speak with my …
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