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.
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When I was younger, I was most rich after receiving ang pow during Chinese New Year. As an adult, the real joy comes from giving. Chinese New Year is not just about the oranges, the steamboat, or the noise of reunion dinners. It is about that simple moment when you
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