On what was a sunny Saturday this past March, the last person I called my best friend got married in the last place I called my hometown. The next day, I drove to the apartment complex my mother and I moved to after my parents divorced, shortly after I immigrated
Hidden Park is the low-rent start of my American story my childhood apart– I remember the flagpole lawn was never green the laundry room was never cleaned always someone there by the pool complex kids those days not in school their voices reached our balcony their games and laughter, their
父母之爱子则为之计深远 不急不计，不谋其远，将来不及 却计太远，谋深忘近，情疏于计 谁知，谁之，随之，随子 父母爱余，扬子天下 父母爱失，子不及己 望子为龙，忘子为己 无论计力，亲子远离 爱子 will you know love is the distance we will look ahead down every unmarked trail for you creating a life worth living constructing a world worth saving careening from moment
everything happens in its own time author of every riddle and rhyme will you witness the following lines a record written and in kind remind the gamble you’ve made a gambler out of me rolled the dice on sheets of ice letting go when losing control waltzing across the
did we come from the east only to look west with the sun in retreat did we give up everything only to toss and turn in the wine dark sea daylight only shows me the lands beyond my reach shadows seep into the sky will this be the first and
