On my sixth birthday, Ma and I sat across from each other in the kitchen, waiting for Ba. Late again. Ma drummed her fingers with fury on our wobbly folding …
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“Dinner together?” the older version of me proposes, her red lips open and close, saying it clear and sound. “Our birthday, my treat.” She takes out the lipstick and adds …
I’ve seen Celine Song’s Past Lives (2023) five times, and I can’t seem to stop thinking about how it gorgeously captures immigrant desire, how it renders our experience of looping …
“You’ve got to line up there.” The airport attendant pointed at a flock of people waiting to check in. We were the late bunch, the timid rebels who didn’t arrive …
When I’d made my mother review my college application before I submitted it, she pointed out that I’d forgotten to check off on the application that I’m Asian. “Am I …
My clothes are my first line of defense. Matching the local style is an easy form of security. Safe from prying eyes and too many questions. Dressing up like this …
The stone remained cold and silky gray in the boy’s palm. He was in the middle of a procedure that many in the village had seen performed and found nothing …
I am the only boy in the neighbourhood to have a wooden duckie. This yellow duckie quacks and rolls when I pull it along on a long string. Boys and …
“The future will be fine,” my next-door neighbour said through her mask as we ended our brief conversation at two-arms-length distance on a garbage collection day in April. “Stay safe!” …
You told your grandmother that you would be away from home for three years. You would fly from the jungles of Borneo to Singapore for an overseas students’ orientation. Thence …
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