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Peter Yang
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Peter Yang Mother’s Day 3 a.m. a quiet night the world is sleeping she is going home her hands are swollen from chopping celery her eyes are dry from onion tears she is tired, but she doesn’t complain the drive home leads straight to her bed 7 a.m. she wakes to feed her children dresses them and sends them off to school then quickly back to bed, for the day is short 12 p.m. she wakes to have lunch prepares a meal for the kids, hungry from school she cleans 3 p.m. she gathers her things into the car and off to work more tiring hours, more swelling and tears but still no words she is quiet she is strong like the night 189 My Dad the Mekong and Me the Mississippi he fought through a war helping his clan I forget the war not giving a damn searching the woods for family that night searching my mind for anything right he crossed the river nearly drowning for freedom I’ve never had to look for freedom he crossed a thousand miles to learn a language he did not know I crossed no land yet his language I do not know remember the past he says 190 [3.238.251.21] Project MUSE (2024-03-29 08:24 GMT) I can’t I say I was never meant to be there join me here I say I can’t he says I was never meant to be here 191 ...