Life is unfair, and sometimes it helps to irrationally blame someone for it.
Daniela Trejo Pérezhas quoted2 years ago
Sometimes my grief feels as though I’ve been left alone in a room with no doors.
Daniela Trejo Pérezhas quoted2 years ago
Food was how my mother expressed her love.
Daniela Trejo Pérezhas quoted2 years ago
I remember the snacks Mom told me she ate when she was a kid and how I tried to imagine her at my age. I wanted to like all the things she did, to embody her completely
Daniela Trejo Pérezhas quoted2 years ago
There’s no escape, just a hard surface that I keep ramming into over and over, a reminder of the immutable reality that I will never see her again.
Azhar Turmukhambetovahas quoted2 years ago
I sent my mother photos of the different bodices and skirts over Kakao
Azhar Turmukhambetovahas quoted2 years ago
If there was a god, it seemed my mother must have had her foot on his neck, demanding good things come my way.
Azhar Turmukhambetovahas quoted2 years ago
“Are you Chinese?” “No.” “Are you Japanese?” I shook my head. “Well, what are you, then?”
Azhar Turmukhambetovahas quoted2 years ago
Even as she was dying, my mother offered me solace, her instinct to nurture overwhelming any personal fear she might have felt but kept expertly hidden
Azhar Turmukhambetovahas quoted2 years ago
I imagined our four bodies in aerial view. On the right side, two newlyweds beginning their first chapter, on the left, a widower and a corpse, closing the book on over thirty years of marriage