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304 pages, Hardcover
First published September 24, 2013
If I work hard
and help Manman,
maybe this time
our baby will live.
Weeds are flowers too poor for fancy clothes. A kind heart is the fanciest dress of all. Worry is never a cure for anything.
Sometimes I'm hungry.
Sometimes my belly
is so empty it grumbles,
and a plate of rice or a black banana
is just not enough.
On those days,
Papa sings louder,
and Manman's eyes are softer.
Gogo takes my hand
and we dance away
the rumbles.
Sheets and sticks don't make
a very strong home,
but sometimes neither do wood and cement.
I watch Papa's arms stretch wide and strong against the darkening sky.
The only unbreakable home
is one made from love.