“Now that she was gone, I began to study her like a stranger, rooting around her belongings in an attempt to rediscover her, trying to bring her back to life in any way that I could. In my grief I was desperate to construe the slightest thing as a sign.”
― Crying in H Mart
― Crying in H Mart
“In fact, she was both my first and second words: Umma, then Mom. I called to her in two languages. Even then I must have known that no one would ever love me as much as she would.”
― Crying in H Mart
― Crying in H Mart
“Her art was the love that beat on in her loved ones, a contribution to the world that could be just as monumental as a song or a book. There could not be one without the other.”
― Crying in H Mart
― Crying in H Mart
“It felt like the world had divided into two different types of people, those who had felt pain and those who had yet to.”
― Crying in H Mart
― Crying in H Mart
“...I didn't know the cost
of entering a song - was to lose
your way back.
So I entered. So I lost.
I lost it all with my eyes
wide open.”
― Night Sky with Exit Wounds
of entering a song - was to lose
your way back.
So I entered. So I lost.
I lost it all with my eyes
wide open.”
― Night Sky with Exit Wounds
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