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2 hours agoI Turned My Living Room into the Mahjong Parlor of My Childhood - And Reconnected with My Heritage
I grew up in a mostly white suburb in New Jersey, and I wasn't interested in learning how to play mahjong when I was a kid. The small white tiles stamped with intricate flowers, swirling circles, and sharp Chinese characters felt foreign to me. Instead, I observed from the outside; I watched family friends play the game around the kitchen table, chatting into the late hours of the night. The sound of shuffling tiles was a familiar lullaby, my mind drifting off to the hypnotic clicking and clacking.
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