Today starts like my most vivid dreams do -windy and cloudy.
Anthea comes over.
My parents are talking, I can't tell what in cantonese, but I can guess form the tone and speed.
Then silence.
The thunderclouds rumble above.
The calm before the storm.
I send Anthea off; she shouldn't have to see any of this.
I won't let her.
I walk her to the bus stop, kiss her and go back.
On the way back I pick up the wing of the dead bird.
It feels right to keep it.
It starts to rain as I reach home.
I will remember today.
I am getting a piercing today.
P.S: Thank you, Lit teacher, for making my already extremely fucked up life more so. You have been the most merciful and kind person I have met in my life.
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