“Are you Wai Jia?” On many afternoons, I carry the burdens of the day to a little bakery house and…
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beautiful encounters
Beneath the Rug
On one 31-hour night shift, my head spun. Doctor, patient has fever. Doctor, please come, I called you 10 min…
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My Story Treasury.
I stood, stunned. I didn’t even know the gift sender. Before me, lay a box of personally curated Chinese books…
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Visiting Grandpa Zhou.
I kept putting it off. There he was, a 77-year old man, crippled, foul-smelling- at the dirty steps of the…
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An Unlimited God.
When even typing began to hurt, I started to cry. For days, my wrists and fingers ached. Then it worsened….
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His Perfect Timing.
As much as I wanted to hide it, the news came as a blow. I wanted to say it was…
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