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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() There’s a framed drawing on my desk which my sister drew in the fall of 2017, in our old Samik apartment. In the drawing, my brother and I look at the sky, our muddy hands on the sand castle we were building. My dad stands beside me, holding
a beach towel. Behind us, the ocean yellows from the sunlight and the summer sky, while seagulls slit through the clouds. My sister swims toward us, moving her feet up and down, splashing water to my mom standing on the seashore, waiting for my sister to rise. Next to this drawing is a music box my dad bought in Paris. When I spin its lever, it sings the Swan Lake softly and makes me imagine the girl painted on the box, dancing around, solid dirt under her thin ballet shoes, pink flowers and trees coating the green hills around her, and wind lightly blowing as she dances like a feather that spins down from the sky. She twirls, then jumps to the side. We all have memories we want to frame, to allow to dance and spin and sing. Comments are closed.
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