One day my mom and I were talking about our types, who we like, who likes us. I told her I felt like Asian men don’t tend to find me that attractive. She looked off and smiled for a moment, then told me I’d have to go to Asia to really say that. I asked her if she’d ever been, she shook her head no, left the kitchen, and sat in our garden for hours. Some years after she was gone, I found her passport. She had a Japanese stamp in it. I think she loved someone there, kept it close to her heart.