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Finally made it back to home. Don't want to take UAL any more. Spending 72 hours at the airport and flights were a waste of a life. That was the worst part of the trip. I called it, "a great finale"!

I am packing things for a big trip. Visiting my parents in a foreign land... I miss them. Talking on the phone every Friday night is not the same. Sitting next to my parents and holding their hands in mine is heart warming. We are very different in every way, though I do resemble them. I thought about the days we argued about my future. I thought about the moment leaving home. Trying to prepare conversations in my head. Will we fall into silence again? Will we laugh together again? I packed my… Continue

Mom sent me tons of her old craft books. Most of them in Japanese. Opening the pages, I saw her lowering her silk ribbon into a bowl of dye. She had tied the silk with fine cotton threads. The white silk soon traded its white flesh into a muddy color. Her eye brows knotted. Her fingers shook slightly. She waited patiently and then used a bamboo skew to picked it out. Carefully untied the silk under the running water, she opened the wrinkled ribbon to let the excessive dye washed out gradually.… Continue

I am afraid of blogging. It is like leaking out the words in my brain, and have other people say them with their own voices. I am a person live in mixed cultures. My mother is really into Japanese art of making ribbon flowers. I learned from her by watching her doing all the work. She rarely let me touch her work. It is the artist's pride, I guess. Partly to protect their work from the amateur? Anyway, those years she devoted herself to making those beautiful silk flowers were actually the dark… Continue