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Every year, together, my parents light a candle on my birthday cake, giving thanks to their God for the blessings I’ve received. Then I close my eyes, make a wish, and blow out the candle with my own breath.
birthday cakes
one on top
of another
pushing me down
six feet under
by Chen-ou Liu
Ajax, Ontario, Canada
1 comment:
Oh, boy, Chen-ou, this piece is dark and telling, perhaps a bit of the black comedy. I like the truthfulness of it very much.
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