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Written by Cindy Miao from Maryland, USA The sunset filtered through the windows of the diner, painting my grandmother’s face in shades of brightness, each stroke easing away the lines of age on her face. “ Two miles to the market, 孩子 . Two miles on foot! You had to haggle with the merchant there- imagine: 10 yuan for one 葱油饼 . ”  My mother, who sat across the booth, gasped in disbelief. Sunlight also flooded her features, adding a defiant glint to her eyes.  “ 10 yuan? That’

Written by Daniel Xu from Shanghai, China and Montreal Canada On a quiet night with the moon the only thing to shine through the...

Written by Y. W. from Canada Every July 12th, she bakes chocolate cake.  His favorite.  The same recipe.  The same chipped plate.  She...

Written by Molly Gao from Shenzhen, China Today was, to Mr. Alex Atthis, the worst day of his life. Even worse than when his precious child swallowed a plastic strip, mistaking it for fish.  No, today was worse. Today, he’d been stupid enough to let his curiosity win. Here he was at a coffee chat about who-knows-what, and with, for heaven’s sake, species of birds different from himself, including the offensive oriental magpie robin and red-whiskered bulbul!  Alex glared at Co

Written by Cynthia Li from China You were shooting hoops on the basketball court. I sat on the nearby grassland, watching you dribble the ball, then leap upward. Slowly, I shut my eyes, imagining myself standing on the Moon. I once thought about building a cabin in the moon crater, for it shields from wind and storm, feeling like the embrace of a loving mother. I took out my shovel and dug into the tough frozen surface, each piece shattering like brittle bones. Was the Moon f