“You look just like him,” my Tita said as the bass of a jeering crowd from the Sunday night football game boomed behind her, echoing into the wooden
A girl stands next to her father, holding a spinning compass in a dark tunnel.
She spots a light ahead and points to it. They move toward it, slow, uncertain.
Madame Leung-Kett and her seven-year-old granddaughter, Blanche, were sitting at the dining table stuffing brand new money into red lai-see packets. ‘Chinese New Year bleeds me dry. Unmarried people make a …
Eating bitter, Siu-Ling reminds herself, is the one true path to greater glory. Or so the ruddy-faced nuns at Sacred Heart tell her.
Repeatedly.
I never went to the funeral of the first body I saw.
Seven kilometres from China’s Great Wall, my grandpa and I stood under the threatening alabaster
I remember the first days in Rome-sur-le-lac when we shared a medium-sized barge with two other families on the outskirts of the floating city. Our lone beaten-down door looked out …
I Grandpa is dead. He will soon turn into a pile of bones. I can’t remember when, but my father once said that after a person dies, everything disappears, …
Andrew and I agreed to meet at the GS25 near arrivals. He smiled when he saw me and asked if I needed help wheeling my single piece of luggage: a …
Bayani peels up the edge of the cake pan slowly, a thin film of brown crumble clinging to the metal. The pan unsticks itself and she sets it aside on …
It was a sunny, September morning, and I was making my usual journey to work from Vancouver into Richmond. The perilous Knight Street bridge was bustling as usual, and the …
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