New Writing The Orange in My Pocket The sun shined softly in the sky that was pale blue with undertones of green, the white snow shining in the sunshine covered the streets and roof of houses， looked like a fairy tale town.
New Writing Daughter’s Daughter “New York is good. They have the Trump Tower there.” Nai Nai’s eyes widened. I was slightly shocked. Yet this did not surprise me because she was obsessed with Trump. Not in a way that she would vote for him - she did not even know what it meant to vote.
New Writing Crying in Baumarkt Stories of migration, especially when told to those who never have to think about the logistics of mobility, are often cloaked in the language of sacrifice, love, resilience, and tenacity.
