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  What’s your role in your family? When I was 11, my godfather took me outside for a nighttime talk. In the cool autumn darkness, he unimpromptu unloaded built-up complaints and childhood traumas onto me. I nodded and tried my best to fake short understandings and agreeing replies, waiting for the moment I could go back inside. He thanked me for being strong, listening, and told me, “You are the glue holding your family together.”   In middle school, my family went through some rough times and was constantly in a state of discord, anxiety, and fear. Perhaps being the middle child is what got me stuck in the middle of everything, and that’s how I became everyone’s therapist. Or maybe because in emotionally heated situations, I was the least reactive, making me the optimal outlet. Either way, my role in the family was a black hole for everyone’s troubles, and I thought of myself as a central support propping up my family that was crumbling around me.  My godfather gave...

  Have you ever felt embarrassed by the things that you used to like?  When I was in middle school, I really loved slime. It felt so satisfying to touch, and it helped me relieve a lot of stress, too. I first found out about slime in elementary school when my friend brought some to class. She taught me how to make it with our parents’ laundry detergent or our sisters’ contact lens solution. As I tried making my own slime, I became fascinated with the cool and refreshing sensory experience. And I had created it with my very own hands! In middle school, I started earning money through babysitting and pet-sitting jobs, which allowed me to buy more supplies. With these new resources, I discovered what a boundless creative outlet slime could be for me. The different colors, textures, and scents allowed me to create so many different kinds of slime. I made and played with slime nearly every day to the point that my hands would stain from the dye, and my fingers would get sore and pr...