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October 08, 2009



A South African friend would read to our daughter when they were little and we would lightly tease her for corrupting our children; we didn't want her to grow up thinking that giraffe was pronounced "jir-ahhh-f."



This is the story of my life, growing up with two parents who were immigrants. I even think my first piano teacher had some sort of accent too.

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