They had all lived in their home county for five generations. Siren’s father came from a huge, wholesome, Hoosier family, who were beaming with joy that there’d be a new baby to behold. We realized that we’d need family help in order to successfully raise our child. Siren gave me someone to live for, when I had no idea how nor the incentive to live for myself. However, by the time Siren was conceived in March 2012, I was a twenty-year-old alcoholic living with my boyfriend and housemates on an eight-acre compound in Scott County, Indiana. I did enrichment programs at UW-Madison and hung out at Memorial Union and on Langdon St. My Filipino-American immigrant relatives declared me “the smart one” of the family, destined to find work outside of a factory or a long-term care facility. Growing up in Madison, Wisconsin, I excelled in school. In the family folklore, my daughter, Siren, was conceived to save me from myself. On Regional Snobbery and Gatekeeping Sociology
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