Her essence_Translation_Sushi on Christmas Eve_MISSING LEAVES
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Her essence
It was another cold dreary November day. The trees looked dead and lonely from the loss of their leaves and nothing to look forward to until spring. I felt just like them alone and waiting. Waiting to run into that special someone, actually anyone. It had been a long time. Oh yeah since Her. I pushed her out of my mind instantly, I needed to forget. So here I am in the stupid mall again. Shopping for little things trying to forget Her. She violated my brain again. It was over, she had made that clear. So I had to move on and now I was ok with that. But just because I was ok did not mean I w...
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Technology. I couldn't live without it! It's the thing that cures my boredom and helps people understand me. Hi, I’m Katsuro, I am 16 years old. Me and my family moved to America from Tokyo. Now, I don't know the first thing about the English language, so I use my phone a lot for translations. My older brother, Junjie, went out of his way to learn English. Yeah , that’s not me. I didn't want to move here anyway, so why learn the culture if in two years I will go back to Tokyo on my own. Other than Junjie, I have 1 other sibling. Her name is Miyuki. Miyuki is younger than me be 2 years. Which i...
Sushi on Christmas Eve
Sushi take-away on Christmas Eve. It was the last minute manouevre of a desperate housewife in possession of a credit card, trying to give some happy spin to the bleakness of her new life. I swear. That was what it was. My family back home--Americans—we had always had such a rich tradition atwww.onedoor.cc Christmastime. For the whole of Advent, we kids would do ‘good deeds’ every day, and with each one we’d win a piece of straw to soften the bed for Baby Jesus in his manger. By December 25th the little Nativity Scene was piled high. Of course, on Christmas Day there was Santa Claus and stockings, and turke...
MISSING LEAVES
Where I come from, people’s family names come first. Family trees trace long ancestral lines back to a home village, and those who fall from their branches become missing leaves.My father came into Hong Kong along with thousands of refugees from China’s mainland who were desperate to escape Mao’s regime. He could have been the first leaf to fall from an ancient family tree. I’ll never know.My mother was an orphan, also from Guangdong Province. Right from the start, then, I was a missing leaf from two family trees.My parents met at the restaurant where they worked, she as an amah (“hostess”) an...