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The long years of communist leadership in Cuba and the violation of human rights, specifically the attacks on freedom, have pushed many to pursue a life elsewhere. The way I saw it, there weren't any reasons to be proud.
We as a diaspora, watched the curtain fall on a decades-long conflict we could never fully understand. And although the impact of the war varies drastically between us, what remains consistent is the recognition of a profound loss and the silent mourning of a forgotten identity.
My older sister and I moved to Canada from Sri Lanka in the early 90s when I was nine, after both of our parents had passed away. We were fortunate enough to have family members who had been living here since the 70s with the means to sponsor us through a formal process.
My parents raised me with an Italian paintbrush against a stark blank Canadian canvas which we discovered together slowly and willingly as a family, and on my own life's journey through school, work, marriage and raising a family.