Praise to the sweltering, yet comforting summers in Taipei, where the unrelenting humidity clings to my skin. Far into the night, my family and I walk through the brightly lit, crowded rows of the Night Market, bustling with the shouts of street vendors, fragrant with stinky tofu and Taiwanese sausages. The real city that never sleeps—you can get your hair done at midnight, grab food or drinks from a “seven[1],” watch movies in the theater until 3am, or sing at karaoke bars. My cousins send over a basket filled with lian wu[2] and bala.[3] Behind the doors of our family home silence prevails, where I stumble over my words in…