What does love look like?

Next to my apartment entrance, there is a small glass-doored concierge center. Usually someone is sitting at the front desk, handling all the packages arriving from multiple carriers. When I first moved into my apartment, I was expecting hundreds of packages (oh, the exaggeration) so I walked into the concierge and said “Hello!! Good morning!…

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Helen

Baby blue eyes, like the color of the sky. As I was strolling down the streets of SoHo, I saw this old lady eating the last leftover bits of her soup perching at the corner of the street. She looked so emaciated, with her huge stained sweatshirt, tiny wrist, and powder grey hair. I quickly…

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The color yellow

Year 2009 I hated the color yellow. I hated anything and everything bright, really. My closet reminded me of a solemn funeral home, because everything I owned was either black, dark grey, or dark navy. I hated happy people. People who reeked of joy, you know? People who smiled a lot more than they should.…

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The limping lady

She was limping, this tiny fragile looking old lady holding a plastic bag wearing ragged clothes. She was limping towards the subway platform and I was walking right behind her. I hear God say “She’s my daughter. I love her. Pray for her” I nervously try to figure out the right timing. The tiny lady’s…

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