WASHINGTON — I am in a restaurant in Washington’s D.C. neighborhood.
The owner, a young Filipino man named Kevin, is standing at a table with two of his employees, a woman who is the owner of the restaurant, and two people sitting in front of her.
I’m not supposed to be in the restaurant because Kevin and the other employees aren’t allowed to eat there, and I don’t want to.
Kevin is wearing a mask that says “Culture of the Philippines,” but I know that he is a Filipino American, and he’s Filipino American because he has Filipino blood in him.
The man with the mask is my husband, John.
We were born and raised here in Washington, D.L., in the 1970s and 1980s.
Kevin and his wife, Kim, came to the United States in the mid-1990s to find a better life.
Kevin has been a U.S. citizen since 1985.
We had four kids, and we were living in an apartment on the Upper West Side, and there was a building down the street that we lived in, and they were building a condo there, too.
Kevin grew up in the area and started working as a bartender.
He has worked at the same sushi restaurant as I have been at, and then, of course, they decided to build a condo down the block, too, and Kevin and Kim moved in with me.
We started to have children.
When Kim had a baby, I became pregnant.
I had a really hard time finding a place to stay, and so we moved to the neighborhood, and when I was about three months pregnant, Kim and I were in the hospital in Washington with my husband in the ICU, and it was freezing cold, and our baby was about four weeks old.
So, we were both in the intensive care unit for six hours, and the nurse told me, “Don’t even think about it.”
So, I didn’t think about what she said to me, and she kept telling me, I think you’re going to get your baby out, and that’s when I said, “Okay, I’m going to try.”
So I went out to look for a hotel, and, of the many hotels in Washington that had rooms for pregnant women, I found one that was just perfect.
The rooms were so clean, and everything was right.
And I was like, Oh my God, we’re going for a walk, we’ll go up to the rooftop and get some fresh air, and get a drink, and maybe eat a bowl of sushi or something.
And then I was going to go get some water for my baby, and this guy walks by and goes, “Oh my God.
Look at this!
Look at that!” and says, “It’s sushi!”
And so I’m looking at the menu, and suddenly this little Filipino kid walks up and says “Hey, it’s sushi.”
I’m like, Wow, this is great!
And then, the next day, my baby is like, “Mom, what did I eat today?”
And I said “No, no, no.”
I just said, I was eating some rice.
And he goes, Yeah, and after I said no, and my baby was crying, I went to pick it up and put it back, and look, I just ate sushi.
That was a year ago.
Now, Kevin has two kids and he is very healthy, and at the time I was pregnant, he was working at a restaurant and I was in the hotel.
But I was very sick, and one day, I felt like I was coming down with something, and because of that, I had to take a few days off work.
And so, I started getting really sick again, and a couple of weeks after that, Kim got pregnant again, so we had four more kids, so now I was doing a lot of work, and Kim was a little more flexible about when I could come back to work.
So I was a lot less flexible.
We moved out to Washington in the summer of 2016, and now, when Kim is working, I can come home and be back at my apartment.
So the sushi was great, and for me, the sushi is great.
But at the moment, I have a little bit of anxiety, and even though I am very healthy now, I feel like I’m falling behind, and having anxiety, even though we are living in a beautiful neighborhood, I worry about it.
I am worried about my health.
But for the most part, my wife is very happy and healthy.
She was in a coma last summer.
She got to come home for a couple days and go back to her apartment.
But she got so sick, she couldn’t come home.
So she had to stay in the emergency room.
And she had pneumonia.
She didn’t recover very well. So now