41 Months of Living in the Fracture of My Darling Mum’s Absence
My Mum lives in two places at once, firmly in the past of this earthly timeline, and permanently in the present tense of my heart’s language, the grammar may be broken, but the meaning is clear
4 days ago5 min read
The Fourth Chinese New Year Without Mum: Notes From a Changed World
Each Chinese New Year, the red returns, the language of luck, hope, and fresh starts fills the air, but I stand holding both the beauty of the tradition and the ache of loss, wondering how they are meant to coexist
Feb 165 min read
