Stranger’s House
Thank God, the children have grown — but while we were raising them, we grew old too.
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Thank God, the children have grown — but while we were raising them, we grew old too.
He had worked day and night for years, all for the green Mercedes he’d always dreamed of. Just once, he wanted to recline in the back seat, pass…
When I was small, I used to think clouds were made of cotton; I’d imagine myself lying on them.
He stepped through the creaking old door of an ancient mansion. Paying no mind to the door’s pain, he hurried up to his room.
Snow had fallen, I was freezing; the snow was freezing too. As it fell, it laid white strands across my hair.
I’m at my father’s village, all alone, at midnight. I’m standing in front of the house we abandoned years ago — no light, no ember.
Today, the scent of a chrysanthemum turned into a strange ache in my nose. I wanted to swallow; it knotted in my throat. It burned my heart then,…