At The Yellow River (2 min read)

As the bus trundles over the bridge, I look down at the reflection of red, yellow and orange of the dusk sky onto the water. When I was small, father would take me on a boat ride on this river every Sunday right before the sunset. And I used to call it the yellow river. … Continue reading At The Yellow River (2 min read)

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Yes I Lie To You, Mom (3 min read)

The raindrops clacking down on earth awoke me early in the morning. The smell of wet mud filled my nostrils and a thousand memories sifted through my mind. The giggle and chatter of me and my brother resounded in my ears. Those memories always left a trail of void, which agonized me for hours. And … Continue reading Yes I Lie To You, Mom (3 min read)