Return

Sunbeams gently shine through the white lace curtain from the glass door in the bedroom. With your head sticking out to see the morning sidewalks, I see your tan small body and fluffy curly tail. It must be around 6 o’clock. I barely fell back to sleep after my racing thoughts woke me up inContinue reading “Return”

Past. Depressed. Future. Anxious.

I once heard that those who live in the past are depressed,and those who live in the future, anxious.Past. DepressedFuture. Anxious. If immigrant parents live in the future,what kind of future will it be? A future they never had?A future where there will be no hardship, no poverty, no scarcity,no one who tells them theirContinue reading “Past. Depressed. Future. Anxious.”