I didn’t even like that pink tote bag.

It was probably autumn. I don’t remember all the details. But the details don’t matter either. I was on a school trip. There was a weekend market. My friend and I saw this pink tote bag for sale. …

The idea of one single pomelo got me thinking a lot.

My mom is a devoted Buddhist and she always has her own shrine at home where she places the statues of all the gods she worships. The offerings she places on the shrine are mostly fruits and flowers. …

I keep thinking about the two strange habits my father had.

When he ate chicken wings, he always lined the bones up in the tidiest way, so each wing would still have all its bones together and in place.

Whenever he finished his Filet-O-Fish sandwich at McDonald's, he always folded…

Cherry B.

An art girl. A writer.

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