The year when I was ten, in early May, my parents and I went to the annual large family gathering held in a coastal city several hours drive to the south from our town. We arrived at the hotel earlier than others, and my father and I decided to go for a walk to the […]
Don’t look at meAnd thinkWhat you see isWho I am Don’t be charmedBy superficial thingsReal stories aren’t thereReal treasure is never there Don’t bring upThose preconceived ideasThat never reveal anythingAbout anybody on this planet If you expect me to be flexibleIf you want me to fold myselfInto that black-and-white pictureIf that’s what you want Don’tDon’t
In this memory, I’m four years old. Every day, around midday, I sit for a snack-and-tea time with my mother. She prepares milk tea and takes out McVitie’s chocolate biscuits, two for each of us. I always look forward to this one-and-only snack time of the day and want it to last as long as
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At my parents’ house, in a corner of my old bedroom, there is a special brown card box I treasure. The content of the box is a handmade sea glass lamp, a gift from my high school best friend given to me more than a decade ago. She and I were both members of the
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