Cried within the first five minutes because I had the same conversation with my mom last week that they were having. The whole thing felt ridiculously personal, like showing someone my room or letting them read my high school diary. I don’t think anything will ever mean more to me than this movie. It was the cinematic experience of the pain and freedom of blossoming, the inherent confusion and embarrassment and vulnerability that comes from straddling two cultures, from forgiving your parents, from the insanely hard work that comes from choosing love every single day. The need to be seen and understood by the people who shaped your life. The beauty in the diamond cuts of grief that fractures the light of love. I’ve cried less at funerals. There is so much more to say about this movie that someone else will say with more tact. The line about Joy’s tattoo. The rocks the kindness the laundry. Thank you forever to the Daniels for giving me something that made me turn to face myself. Barf!