My eyes crinkle when I smile, too.
A story of Vietnamese identity, told through parallel photos of Emily and her mother, alongside the vibrant surroundings she grew up in.
– Lily Doan x Emily Luong
Category: Stories
Shadows Beneath Expectation
“And………..3, 2, 1…begin!” Time started to flow. Sabrina scanned the first question of the math competition. Her eyes traced theContinue Reading
when i wake up
when i was five, i had a twin-sized bed full of stuffed animals, so many that my mom wondered howContinue Reading
Sincerely, Artichoke
My dad loves this story: When my dad and mom were still dating, my mom made him artichokes for dinner.Continue Reading
Jetlag: Foggy Shanghai
Act 1 My most consistent memory of Shanghai has always been watching the foggy gray sky roll by the carContinue Reading
Generasian 