Written by Wenhui (Cathy) Qing from SDSZ International Department in Beijing, China I came to a house that is wide and still, where a woman resides, calm and chill. She feeds me soft, brushes my coat that smells of sun and rain’s light note. But her posture is stiff, hands slow to reach. At the bell that clinks, she holds to breathe. Her eyes hold a ghost, a small white light, that haunts her through the silent night. I sniff the truth, but don’t make a sound, I fill a spac
