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by Grace Li When the last of the wintercoats are boxed away and carriedup to the attic, it is almost time,according to my father,to buy Chinese pears. Once, around this time, he enlisted mein joining him to the Asian Food on Oak TreeRoad, where the aisles of fruitnow were replaced with cardboard barrelspedestaled on woodenContinue reading “The favorite”

by Grace Li Every year the ladybug migrationwould pass through my father’s housewhere hundreds would trapthemselves in the cozyof our sunstreamed attic,tucked away with thewinter coats and pressed intopages of report cards.Every year my father would takethe phonebookfrom the kitchen cabinetwhere he kept all the billsand call a white manwho, every year, would leave ourContinue reading “Rehabitation”