A Bánh Mì for Two

by Trinity Nguyen

I pick up each photo, smoothing out their vintage edges before tucking them safely back into my purse.

That's a good way to absolutely destroy those photos Edit: the way she handled these photos throughout the story hurt my soul 😆

My body meets something soft, a mixture of jasmine blossoms and citrus overwhelming my nose.

Instead of the Trio of Man Smells, we have the Duo of Woman Smells 🤣🤣

Aunt Hiền turns her head to the corridor. “Do you want to meet your grandma?” I wonder if normal kids get asked that question.

If it makes you feel better, fictional person, I was also asked that question as a teenager 😆