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Best of Both Worlds

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Coffee in hand, I watched the flag. As always, it raised questions.
Who am I? Where do I belong? Where does my allegiance lie?

I came to this land to carve a life for myself. With time, I blended in.
Except when a flag sighting causes the routine, existential flutter in my heart.

It feels like being torn between a biological and a foster mother. 
The former gave me life, the latter shaped it.

As always, I tell myself it's all good. That the two can coexist. 
That being with one did not mean I did not love the other.

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  1. Iain Kelly3 July 2019 at 12:30

    I'm sure many immigrants around the world, not just in America, have this complicated relationship between two homes.

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  2. Linda3 July 2019 at 16:46

    Mixed emotions, for sure.

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    1. Rekha Rajgopal3 July 2019 at 22:26

      Hey Linda,

      I meant to show closure. But I guess there is none in such cases. It is always simmering in some corner and that came through subconsciously :)

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  3. Donna B. McNicol3 July 2019 at 19:16

    I completely understand...we lived in Ecuador for two years on resident visas. We loved our adopted country but we never stopped loving our home country.

    My take on this week's challenge: https://dbmcnicol.com/friday-fictioneers-declaration/

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  4. C. E. Ayr4 July 2019 at 01:53

    As a nomadic Scot I can relate to this.
    But, even after 6 years in France, which I love dearly, in my soul there is only my homeland.

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  5. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields4 July 2019 at 04:34

    Dear Rekha,

    I liked the analogy of one country being the birth mother and the other being the adoptive one. It's okay to love them both. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  6. Rekha Rajgopal4 July 2019 at 09:56

    Thanks Rochelle :)

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  7. Jade Li4 July 2019 at 20:14

    I appreciate your deeply philosophical/existential ruminations.

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  8. Rekha Rajgopal4 July 2019 at 22:54

    Thanks :)

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  9. Dale5 July 2019 at 06:59

    I really enjoyed this Rekha. Well described and I imagine that is how all immigrants feel. Even those leaving a war-torn country behind...

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  10. Rekha Rajgopal5 July 2019 at 10:38

    Thanks Dale

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  11. Jo Hawk5 July 2019 at 13:15

    No matter how good or bad it is difficult to leave the only home you have known.

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  12. Rekha Rajgopal6 July 2019 at 05:57

    Touche!

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  13. Sascha Darlington9 July 2019 at 12:33

    I loved the analogy of homeland vs new home to mother. Beautifully written.

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  14. Rekha Rajgopal9 July 2019 at 22:20

    Thank you so much Sascha :)

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  15. lisarey1990@gmail.com2 August 2019 at 14:02

    Very beautiful write.

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  16. Rekha Rajgopal5 August 2019 at 01:43

    Thanks Lisa. I have moved this blog to writeville.wordpress.com.

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