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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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![]() Maybe you not yet Have eaten. Wake up, wake up, Today you lucky to be alive. No, you much different than me. But you once inside me too, eat my food, drink my blood. You know then I no know what I do with you, evil sinner in mommy belly. I don’t know what choose, start thinking dead, dead, dead until hear your heart boom boom boom. Then finally I know. You is
mine. You is mine. I watch you taitai blood fly on floor, my papa hand so big, fat, loud, say no daughter, no daughter. Only son. So I say no, my xiao nu er mine, my xiao nu er belong to me. What you want for lunch? I hope you still know how to cook mama jiaozi. Must put extra meat You been small child ever since you born I pray for you Always ask Jesus protect my xiao nu er. I sorry I not good mother cannot speak English like you and you friend. I know you think I no love you, no try to help you when you crying. But always I hear. I tell you I also experience pain so so hard that sometimes I want die You will never understand. Do you remember how make mama ginseng tang? Take a picture of boiling soup and send me or I go again to cook for you. Go H-Mart Newberry Avenue. Best chicken delivery all Tuesday morning. I give my entire life to you. I know now you happier without your mama not embarrass you at school work or in front Not-Chinese boyfriend. But I ask one only one thing so remember I love you my xiao nu er Please never skip your meals. taitai: Aunt xiao nu er: Affectionate term for daughter: directly translates to “small daughter” jiaozi: Dumplings Go H-Mart: Popular Asian food store in America Comments are closed.
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