Tag Archives: childhood

Happy Mother’s Day, Ah May.

First memory: A large bedroom. Four beds in a row next to each other. You told stories at night. You always had the sweetest voice. We lied on the bed underneath the mosquito nets listening about the little princesses. There … Continue reading

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Sunday Illuminations

There are times when I am convinced I have the luckiest life in this world. Those usually happen early in the morning on Sundays. The house will be quiet save for the meows of a cat in the basement who … Continue reading

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