My mom grew up in the Greater Toronto Area to immigrant Jamaican parents who prioritized family over everything else. She was the good cop of my parents — until you rolled your eyes. Although she was less intense than my dad, she was equally insistent that, to become successful adults, my three siblings and I needed a solid foundation that included, among many other things, an education. And so my childhood in Cambridge, a small city an hour outside of Toronto, where we were one of a handful of Black families, was spent working towards a singular goal: Finish high school with straight As, attend the best university, be the best in all of our classes, and then, in life.
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