micro memoir
A poor African woman appealed online for help with her hospital bills. 119 people replied, "Praying for you." If each had donated just $2, they could have become the answer to the very prayer they offered.
micro memoir
Near Simei MRT, I noticed a young woman, perhaps twenty-five years old, walking briskly towards the station. She held a laptop in one hand while the other hand kept typing, determined not to waste a single minute. Around her, dozens of commuters hurried past, each absorbed in their own
micro memoir
For most of my working life, I was always in a hurry. Every morning, I rushed to work. Every evening, I returned home tired. There was hardly time to stand and stare. The world around me became nothing more than a blur. Then I attended a mobile photography class. I
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As I approach my seventies, I am increasingly aware that one day I will leave this world empty-handed. That realization has made me a minimalist. I am emotionally detached from most of my possessions. If necessary, I can pack my belongings into a backpack and leave at a moment&
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One of the people who influenced my life in the field of personal development was Tony Robbins. His book Awaken the Giant Within inspired me to think bigger and take massive action. I remember him saying that while many speakers spoke once a month, he spoke every night. He believed
Tips
Look at this photograph before you read the memoir. A young girl stands outside a ballet school. Through the glass, she watches children dancing. Beside her is a poster inviting new students to enrol. Notice what the photo does. It doesn't explain anything. Instead, it makes you curious.
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I stood outside the ballet school and watched the girls dance through the glass window. They looked so happy and graceful that I wished I was dancing with them. I read the enrolment poster again and quietly promised myself that one day I would join the class. Maybe it would
short story
Thirty days from today, I will celebrate my birthday. It also feels like I am standing at a crossroads. One path leads toward my own Mount Everest. It is a difficult climb, driven by the hope that one day my work will outlive me. If I reach the summit, perhaps
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The three-room HDB flat housed a large family. For years, I slept on a mattress in the living room. In my twenties, I decided to move out. I wanted a bed of my own. I wanted freedom. I wanted to do as I pleased without my mother always checking
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My father was the quietest person in the house. Most of the time, he spoke only to my mother. Whenever we ate chicken, he would choose the neck, legs, and backside. He always said those were his favorite parts. Whenever there was a drumstick, he never took it. It always
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I am not sure whether it was a misunderstanding. He often invited me for meals and enjoyed discussing business ideas with me because I knew more about the subject than he did. I spent many hours sharing what I knew, freely and gladly. One day, I asked him if he
Tips
Every ordinary object has a story waiting to be told. A pen. A faded photograph. A recipe book. An old suitcase. To someone else, they are just things. To you, they are doors to memories. One glance, one touch, one familiar smell, and suddenly you are transported back to another
