by Nancy La, Staff Writer One of the few memories l have from first immigrating to Canada was my sister teaching me the English alphabet. We had just landed in YVR less than 12 hours before and we were both jet-lagged, yet we still had to work on our English. I felt that being fluent in this language equaled approval and attention, so I continued to practice without complaining. Flash forward a couple of months and it seemed that my efforts to learn were not enough when I was still unable to speak more than a few words of English at…
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