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Connection to our motherland
It was August 27, 2013. I was five years old, and my older sister Sarine was nine. I looked around at the faces of my family members who came to say goodbye to us at Zvartnots airport in Armenia. It was the strangest thing for me.
Fast-forward 11 years, at the start of the summer, in that same airport, there I was with bright red cheeks and a smi
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Incredible article, I’m so proud of you <3
So proud of you Maral amazing job!!!!!
Bravo, excellent article, observation & advice to the younger generation of Armenians in the US.
Outstanding job, Maral. So proud of you!
Thank you, Maral. Sharing your thoughts and emotions will encourage others to discover theirs. Please keep writing.