Sep 25, 2018
Carefree White Girls, Careful Brown Girls
“Nobody will stop a young blond girl, that’s the truth,” you said. This was when I grew angry with you, when I wanted to scrap our week-old friendship.
I have no desire to live forever. But what I would give to return to adolescence and do it over, even once! To kiss who I wanted to kiss, not settling for her brother.
In her illness, Korean food was all my Polish-American mom from Jersey wanted to eat. It was all that she could bear.
It was satisfying to see those robins, sparrows, and starlings, because they were still with us. They had stayed.
