A walking Diary

Their hands locked tightly.

I started my daily walk this morning, deciding to buy some peach from the Valumart. On the road leading to the middle school, a grandpa and his middle-school grandson, pulling a rolling backpack, were at the other side of the road. The grandpa tightly held his grandson’s hand as if the boy who, although Read more…

By Marie Chen, ago
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The Tree

This is me, my voice is heard only when the wind is blowing. I grow and get old while observing and taking in everything.  

By Marie Chen, ago