My earliest memories begin somewhere around the time when I turned three. Compared to my later memories, they are sporadic, and the scenes I do remember tend to be blurry. Among those blurs, however, are a few scenes that stand out with vivid clarity. I believe I was three in this memory. One bright sunny […]
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When I was about seven, a new bookstore opened near my house. In the suburb where we lived, we didn’t have many bookstores, most of which were secondhand, so, the news of a new firsthand bookstore sparked interest in all of us. One weekend afternoon, shortly after the store opened, my family made our first
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6 am. The alarm goes off, and I slowly get out of bed and walk to the window. On the other side of the street, a coffee bar is already open, spilling a bright yellow light onto the still dark street. Another day is beginning. After half an hour of stretching exercises and meditation, I
There is a tiny house on the hilltopA girl used to live thereHappy and contentUntil one dayAn attack started Arrows showered on her houseFrom where, she had no ideaBut they kept comingDamaging her houseInjuring her She had to do something, anythingShe built walls around her houseBut the arrows kept comingFearful and panickedShe ran to the
In this memory, I’m five years old. One winter morning, I find my mother in the tiny balcony of our half-dilapidated apartment, hanging blankets on the railing. She does this whenever it’s sunny outside, but today is the first time I’m intrigued by it. As I gaze at the thick blankets swaying loosely in the
I’m about four in this memory. I’m visiting my maternal grandmother’s house, and one day, I beg my elder cousin to take me out to an event happening in the city centre. I know she has a car and can drive me there. She’s taken me to different places in her car before. Today, however,
The summer when I was in high school, one weekend, my mother took me to the nearby shopping mall to buy me some new T-shirts I could wear to school. Not particularly interested in fashion, I walked around the floor of ladies’ clothing dispassionately when my mother signaled to me in front of a rack
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