On November 8th, 2016 at around 11pm, my father came to the balcony above our living room and looked down at me with the most painful combination of despair and conviction. “It’s over, Puja. She lost, and you have school tomorrow. Go to sleep.” I sunk into the couch and closed my eyes to release the tears that were welling up, reopening them only to stare at my television screen incredulously — Hillary Clinton lost the presidency to Donald Trump.

Ever since I put up my own “Hillary for President” sign on my 4th grade cubby in 2008, the idea…

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