micro memoir
I became an entrepreneur for freedom. CEO: Me. Sales: Me. Cleaner: Me. Delivery: Me. Admin: Me. Now I work for the most demanding boss I’ve ever met. Me. PS I write books too. They live here: https://payhip.com/samchoo
micro memoir
Last Christmas, I gave you my book, and the very next day, You gave it away. PS I write books too. They live here: https://payhip.com/samchoo
micro memoir
When I went looking for companionship, the person in the mirror spoke first. “Don’t forget me,” she said. “I’m still here.” So I wrapped my arms around myself. She had been waiting all along, patient and unseen. It wasn’t loneliness. It was forgetting. PS I write books
micro memoir
I always picked the broken crayon. No one else wanted it. Just like me. PS I write books too. They live here: https://payhip.com/samchoo
micro memoir
The day I quit, the air felt lighter. By evening, my stomach asked questions I couldn’t answer yet. PS I write books too. They live here: https://payhip.com/samchoo
micro memoir
Whenever I smell dumplings, I am back in my mother’s kitchen, learning that love was something you made with your hands. PS I write books too. They live here: https://payhip.com/samchoo
micro memoir
I told my son to man up and stop making excuses. I thought I was teaching strength. I did not know I was yelling at someone who was already sinking. I only understood later, when his bed was empty, and the quiet in his room stopped feeling temporary. P.S.
micro memoir
“How much do you love me?” I asked my five-year-old daughter. “Two dollars,” she said. I laughed. Years later, I realized it cost far more than that. PS I write books too. They live here: https://payhip.com/samchoo