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They’re heading to he says, where the rich go to flee Vietnam on cruise ships.
From now on Fridays will be for happy news.
One cannot justify war unless each side flaunts its own blind conviction.
where looking pretty and writing poetry were her only duties.
Mother closes her eyes, eyes that resemble no one else’s, sunken and deep like Westerners’ yet almond-shaped like ours. I always wish for her eyes, but Mother says no. Eyes like hers can’t help but carry sadness; even as a child her parents were alarmed by the weight in her eyes. I want to hear more, but nothing, not even my pouts, can make Mother open her eyes and tell more. April 10
Wish I had a sister to jump rope with and sew doll clothes and hug for warmth in the middle of the night.
Wish I had a sister too! 😭
Black seeds spill like clusters of eyes, wet and crying.
This is such a strong image here! ❤️
Other girls must be made of bamboo, bending whichever way they are told.
