Written by Xiang Li from West Morris Mendham High School in New Jersey, USA We are the moon’s echo on this side of the sea, split light drifting in American dawn. Mom and I bloom in a borrowed land, roots tangled in soil that doesn’t know our names, split light drifting in American dawn. In China, our other half dreams of us roots tangled in soil that doesn’t know our names. Every meal my mother builds by hand. In China, the other half dreams of us. My father, thunder behind
