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             Written by Summer Liew Yi Qin


                                                                                                                                                                                            Awkward silences at family dinners.
                                                                                                                                                                                      It’s 10:30pm and you don’t have my back
                                                                                                                                                                                                 to laugh around the dinner table
                                                                                                                                                                                                     talk ‘bout how we were able

                                                                                                                                                                          to raise our lucky stars and have them be so blinding
                                                                                                                                                      on the cold coffee table you brought to fill with your sports’ magazines
                                                                                                                                                               instead splattered with our constellations, their living expenses

                                                                                                                                                                       the curtain that would let the sun shine upon your face,
                                                                                                                                                                        sits still in the cobwebs as I lay in bed, feeling amazed
                                                                                                                                                                                                         that the children you left
                                                                                                                                              somehow has the courage to smile and say “I’m glad it was you who stayed.”
                                                                                                                                                                      As I walk across the street which we once danced across

                                                                                                                                                                                                                I wonder to myself
                                                                                                                                                                                maybe it’s alright that I suffered from your loss
                                                                                                                                                                          And maybe in this lifetime with this shattered family

                                                                                                                                                   I’ll never get to grant my dad’s wish to complete extravagant family trees
                                                                                                                                                   But maybe that’s alright, because with these eyes you brought tears to me
                                                                                                                                                              I no longer need an excuse to chase after the form of happiness
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     they perceive.


















      Illustration by Summer Liew Yi Qin
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