Written by Nina Behl from North Shore Country Day, Chicago, USA I. The Question I take a deep breath. Incense mixes with the smell of frying spices as Nani, my grandmother, sets a plate before me. It is heaped with piping hot dahl and steaming naan. Heat bites my fingertips as I grab the bread. The first bite hits the back of my throat, and my face goes red. Nani grins as I pant. She watches me desperately push my own breath onto the offending naan. Her gold bangles chime ag
Written by Lauren Zheng from Guelph Collegiate Vocational Institute, Canada How pointless this lifespan exam is. They needn’t remind me how long I’ll live: Mother does that enough. Yours is a long road, Fiora, and my part of it is almost over. My only wish is to see you into a prestigious medical school. The waiting room chair creaks as I shift, its leather peeling onto my pristine pleated skirt. Focus, Fiora. I reglue my eyes to my textbook on molecular biology. A flash o
