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Submitted to Contest #284
It always seems to be that Nadine and I remember Mom's funeral very differently.I don't blame her--not really. Elena had been born that autumn,and although she was my sisterβs second, she seemed to cause her just as muchanxiety as her first. So I don't blame Nadine because having a baby only acouple of months old when your mother passes is nothing to be envious of."Gabriela, I need a quick second. Take her?""Oh-"But against my breastbone was a child, and far away, I could hear the back door open. If I tried hard enough, I imagined I could he...
βοΈ Shortlisted for Contest #176
I know he can always sense me nearby. If that was the last remaining work of Longwei or simply the fact that Ung had always been a little too smart for his own good, I did not know. I can say, though, that when he walks home from school alone and the ripples in the pond nearby shiver, he knows that I am flying fast, and I can say that when the branches shake above his head, he knows that I am flying free. And so what matters most is that Ung knows he is not lost because I am his echo. I am what comes after. I am the wind. I am his birdcall. ...
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