Searching for Sylvie Lee

by Jean Kwok

Now, many years later, I was not sure if we had truly loved each other or merely the versions of ourselves we had seen reflected in the other’s eyes—as if we had acted out a play together, both of us player and audience alike.

In love and life, we never know when we are telling ourselves stories. We are the ultimate unreliable narrators.

Ma told me that while nothing can replace that which is lost, emptiness creates room for new growth.