Even the Sun is a Star
She burns, not knowing
the light she is.
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Kudos
3
Kudos
She burns, not knowing
the light she is.
We called her many names. To me, she was lao lao. To my mother, she was ma. But when my cousin’s son was born, we couldn’t find the words. Lao lao was the title appropriate for his own grandmother—my aunt. Should he say Old lao lao?... Continue →