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Global Warming Melting Down the Tundra, the Siberian Huskies, the Malamutes’ Population Reduced by Half in Thirty Years

Here’s, MAN’s, BEST friend, getting to become, EXTINCT, due to the effects of, human mistakes, because global WARMING is, caused by us all!!!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The six giant-sized Greenland huskies leapt up and down in excitement, growling low, excited for that run.  The family who owned these dogs, skillfully harnessed them, then, tied them to the ATV, getting ready to set out.  For half an hour every day, ten kilometers roundtrip, this was Bo’s means of training the dogs.  He’d operated the ATV tours that’s modern, but loved this, cultural, traditions very, deeply.

what people in Greenland are now doing, to keep the sleigh dogs working all year round…

having the dogs pull on the ATV, allowing them to get rid of the energies from the lack of work, and exercises because there’s NO snow! Photo from online

The glaciers are fragile, not fitted to drive the cars on top, the sleighs became the most widely used means of transport.  But in the summers, the dogs had nothing to do, and now, as the temperatures are getting higher, and higher, and higher, the dogs, with the thick double-coats, lay lazily on the land, trying to get the heat down.  If the owners aren’t careful enough, they may easily die from heat stroke.

And now, even as winters are here, the needs of these dogs reduced greatly.  Global warming had caused the surfaces of the oceans to not freeze up again, the melting of the layers of ice, what you couldn’t see from before, places you couldn’t get to, now, the roads, reappeared, the cars that ran on fuel slowly, replaced the uses of the sleigh dogs, and, a lot of people, stopped, raising them.  “In the last thirty years, the numbers of the sleigh dogs reduced too fast, the numbers of Greenland got reduced by half”., Bo told us.

In the third largest city of Ilulissat, there were, 5,000 dogs that had been, taken into, retirement, most of which were put down.  And the dogs were starved in the summertime too, to maintain their drives for work in the winters.  And, as the humans near them, it’d made the dogs think, that it was, chow time, and started growling to beg for their food.  And once one dog started growling, the rest would follow, and, the echoes of their sorrows, resonated through the valleys.

Bo lives in the consistent temperature of Sisimiut, the family loved the dogs like crazy, they’d gone to the breeding grounds to visit with their dozens of sleigh dogs.  As others’ dogs got injured, they were normally, euthanized, but they’d, taken the dogs home, and cared for them until their health returned to close to back to before.

The disappearing lives of the sleigh dogs, and the cultures of sleigh dogs are, heart aching.  He’d thought, that maybe, he could, pair up the dogs with the ATV’s, and use it as a tourist attraction means, “our final goals is to make sure these sleigh dogs continue to survive in Greenland.”

Bo had his daughters demo for us.  And, the fifteen-year-old Luka, and the nine-year-old Nora skillfully operated the gas, and called out loudly, ordered the sleigh dogs, to start running.  The originally spiritless dogs, suddenly, gained their new bursts of energy, pulled the ATVs with ease, leapt in joy.  as the sisters stopped the accelerations, the dogs would look back at them, and, expected to have, a longer, run.

“This is the only way to give the futures back to the sleigh dogs”.  Bo is in search of the lighter ATV’s that run on electricity, as going up the slopes became difficult, the motors can be used to help the dogs haul, it’s very environmentally friendly, and can have the tourists enjoyed the ride on the sleighs pulled by the dogs at the same time.  That way, the dogs will be busy, all year round.

And so, this is how the effects of global warming, how everything is, currently, melting down, has caused this species of dog to, slowly, be of no use, but this man and his families came up with the innovations to give work back to the dogs, and, it’s a great way, for these working dogs to have something to do, because these specific breeds needed to get put to work, and, this can reduce the number of dogs getting euthanized in the area, for not having anything to do, just laying around in the summers.

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DADDY by Kristin Garth — Punk Noir Magazine

PATTY GIDDIS                                                                Inbox – iCloud  3:23 am   Fine let’s talk this way   To:  mgiddis@aol.com   Daddy,   Maybe this way you won’t hang up on me again or worry about my roommate knowing my sordid secret.  She’s not even here to peek over my shoulder at what I’m typing – actually would never […]

DADDY by Kristin Garth — Punk Noir Magazine

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Visiting New Places with a Young Child

Some free time on our hands, so, let’s, trek the city together, see what we can, find!  On going out with her young daughter, in a new city, trekking, aimlessly, see what they can, encounter on this, adventure, translated…

If you want to know a city, you must, trek it with your feet; even if you’d only, gotten to that tiny corner of the city, you will, hear its, pulses.

That day, my husband was away on business to Taoyuan, my two year-old, who’s a tag-along, a crybaby, and I, followed him out, became his, extra “baggage”.  As we’d arrived, my husband’s gone off on business, and, at a location without the tourist center, naturally, there’s, no routes to follow specified, but Google is all-knowing, turned the two of us into, those two tiny icons that moved on the maps.

In a location of without much management, if you just happened to be pushing a stroller along, it would make the locals notice you.  Sometimes, surprise, “hey, that infant is, smiling AT me!”; sometimes, the pity, “must be hard, carrying all those stuff, and with a baby on her own”, or at least, that’s, what I’d, read into it.  On our way to Tai-Wu New Village, passing through a tiny community, the residences in the alley were too old, with the years quiet, the elderly woman sitting out of her front door suddenly greeted me, “home for a visit”, I’d only, said, “hmmmm!”, as my response, I’m sure, that the elderly couldn’t see me clearly, or, I may, appear like I’m, from here then, then, suddenly, that peace came over my mind.

illustration from UDN.com

From before when I’d gone out, I’d, trekked on slowly, hang out was, just like this too, you can totally, slow your paces down with a young child, because, the child could care LESS about where you take her/him, and will only, keep on, pulling on your hand to see this, to see that, so basically, the supermarkets could be, a tourist attraction too.

And even if it was the drink shop with the signs, the steams, I’d pointed it out to her, to give a new impression of this world.  For instance, we’d stopped at the native museum, as she’d pointed to the statues of people dancing around in circles and called aloud, “Traditional Taiwanese Stage Show!”, I’d told her, “that’s the dances of the native people!”, then she’d, mumbled to herself, “native dances for the native people, native dances of the, natives!”, she’d always, repeated what we’d told her, and, if she couldn’t find the terms in her tiny mind, she’d asked, “What’s this, tell me!”, so very interesting.

I’d tried my best to find the real “tourist attractions” on the map, and finally, we’d, arrived at the riverside park.  Comparing to all the usual parks, all of these sights, are equally, majestic in my daughter’s young mind, she’d started exclaiming, “Wow!”

Like picking up that kaleidoscope, I’d loved using the angle of my daughter’s views to see the world, hanging out with her, getting along with the cute children, with no destination set, the boring things, can become, cute, and interesting.

And so, this is, what we can find, seeing things, through the eyes of a young child, the child holds that curiosity of life, of everything that surrounds her/him, and has one too many questions to ask us, and, it’s our responsibilities, to satisfy that curiosity of the young children’s, best as we, possibly, can.

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In Need of More Resources from the Local Communities to Pull the At-Risk Children Back

The problem of these, at-risk teens, and there’s not enough resource provided in their local areas, which makes it harder, to save them, to keep them on that right paths of their lives, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The juvenile criminals are mostly in drugs, and fraud, this is closely related to the society’s current situations, the teens all have a cell phone, and are using the social networking apps, and can easily gather up with their peers, and have a bigger chance of getting into the new age drugs more.  And, there’s a high percentage of teens who’d gotten on the wrong side of the laws who’d been found to have the problems with their psychological wellbeing, and none of these can be resolved by the justice systems.

Guan (a false name), due to his elders’ spoiling him, started behaving badly, his father could no longer teach him wrong from right since a very long time ago, as he’d left home, he’d gotten involved with the gangs through the interactive social networking apps, and had a “godfather”. For Guan, “my godfather was kinder to me, gotten me work at the casinos, where I could make $3,000N.T. a night!”

Because he worked in the casinos, Guan was arrested, and, as the court lets him go, he’d returned to the side of his “godfather” and met and gotten involved with more gangsters.  Later, as his godfather was on the run from the law, he’d died, the court judge found him a place to stay, and he’d slowly, returned his life back on track, and, became a sports figure because of his interests.

“Chih” had been raised by his maternal grandmother, because the tribal regions he was raised in had the drug abuse problems, the first time he was caught for using drugs, he was not yet ten, and now, at age sixteen, he’d become, a frequent customer of the courthouses, other than the drug charges, he also got caught for fraud, as well as, assault.

The justice put “Chih” on probation, placed him in a home, the court offered counseling to him, they’d even sent him to rehab to help him kick his habit of abusing drugs, and had the psychiatrists discuss his case together, “Chih” loved the freedom of the mountains, ran away from the Daylight Books where he was working, set up by the pastor and his wife who’d treated him like he were their young, headed back to the tribe and helped his maternal grandmother watch and took care of the means of the grocery shops.

The judge stated, that “Chih” was not the only adolescent who’d gotten caught doing something wrong, to pull all of them back successfully, the drugs needed to be rooted up from the tribal, the community levels; and, there’s also the need for psychotherapy as well, counseling, the detox, the rehabilitations.  The court can, transfer the youths to the rehabs, but, it’s still in questions, that after these kids get out of treatment, are there going to be enough resources to keep them staying on the right tracks.

And so, this is a serious, problem, that we’re having here, these kids are from the lesser areas, of tribes, of distant regions, which means, that there would be not enough resources locally, and most of these kids joined up with gangs, because they can’t fit in, they don’t feel they belong anywhere, and the gangs are the only place they feel that there are, someone who cared for them.

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A Bump-in in the Elevator

The teacher’s seeing a former student again, and remembered how he’d been in her class, translated…

The night we saw the graduates off, I watched the students lined up, gotten onto the podium, received their awards, bowed, then climbed back down.  There is, NO graduating class this year, and no emotional rollercoaster ride either, I’d, gazed toward the podium, listening to the announcer, “let’s welcome the drummers of XX Middle School!”, suddenly, a familiar shadow pulled me in.

It’s him!  The graduate from two years ago.  He’d transferred here in the sixth grade, that’s why I’d paid close attention to him—unlike how the higher graders in the legends that walked on air, he always sat quiet, at the corner of the class, waiting on me to call on him, or give him something to do; unlike most of his class that are, rowdy and boisterous, he always waited until the very last moment, then asked me what I was doing next, then, silently, finished the tasks I’d given him to tackle.  And, maybe it’s because of how quiet he is, I’d often worried, that someone in class would pick on him, and I’d, watched over him especially.

like this!

photo from online

Dong-dong!  Dong-dong!  Seeing him use all of his might to wave those drum sticks, he’d gotten taller too, I’d felt, relieved and glad.  As the students were finished with their performances, I couldn’t hold back my emotions, ran over to him and asked, “Do you still remember me?”, he’d nodded shyly, then, pushed the drums into the elevators.  In that moment we connected, I’d waved toward him, before the elevator door closed, I’d told him to keep working hard at it.

Then, I’d, never seen him again, and yet, that feeling of becoming emotional when we did meet, seemed to, stuck in that freeze frame of my mind, it’d become, one of the most unforgettable graduation I’d ever, attended.  Child, are you all right?  How are you all? And so, this is that moment that lingered on inside your mind, of how you saw the growth of a student from your class, how he’d, come out of his, shells, finding something he’s good at doing, which was a way he could use, to connect to the world outside.

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Liang, of the Lotto Ticket Shop

A story of hope, of how someone helps someone out, with someone else’s, introductions, how these connections worked, translated…

During the time I’d had a couture shop in Tainan, there would be the street artists who’d performed at the plaza on the weekends, and the plaza was no more than twenty-meters away from my shopfront, and, I could hear the music standing at the counter.  One afternoon, I’d heard a mature performing voice singing in Taiwanese, it’d sounded like the Taiwanese famed singer, “Only You”, I’d immediately run outside to see, it was a man selling the lotto tickets, his voice full of confidence, with the scent of the worldly attracted many tourists to stand around him, listening.  That was at a time when I got really into discovering the “famous in the world”, I’d gone up to carry on in conversation with the man, and learned that his name is Liang, that he’d sold the lotto tickets by trekking around.

Liang has his own principles in selling the lotto tickets, never forced anyone to buy from him, and, as he saw people passing by him, he’d, nodded towards them if they’d made eye contact, not wanted to give anybody the stresses to buy a ticket from him.  Sometimes, I’d asked him to the back of the resting area out back of my shop to have a drink, or to have something to eat, and carried on in conversations, heard him tell of how he loved the music classes in his middle school years, and now, he’d felt blessed to have the opportunities to sing for someone who wanted to hear him.  Singing gave him the self-confidence, and it’d, given him a stage too.  There’s that let’s get this place noted back then, and, as a T.V. show came to interview Liang, the neighbors helped Liang to host a coming out concert, set up his fans page, and, put out the items to sell, I became his agent, and made the business cards for him, it seemed like playing, and we were all, into, this “game” for sure.

Then, after that, something that impressed me deeply happened.  The presidential election was happening, on the day of the votes, I’d bumped into Liang, he’d told me that he couldn’t find his notice to vote on paper, that he’d not gone to cast his ballot, I’d told him that he could use his identification card.  And Liang saw that time is about to be up, felt that he wouldn’t be able to make the deadline, and, gave up on going to cast a vote.  Because I’d known which candidate he’d supported from our chats, and knew that he’d cared about this too much, although I was back at my shop, and I’d felt, tangled up inside then, kept replaying the way he’d looked, like he’d gotten used to giving up on trying things he couldn’t manage.  So I’d, run out to find him, planned to get him to the voting station on my scooter, I’d asked the elderly woman at the rice shop, the owner of the fruit stands, his favorite fish soup, the bank he’d gone to the most, and finally, I’d, caught him at a drink shop, immediately hollered at him to get behind me on my scooter.

The voting station was close to where he lives, but quite a distance from the drink shop, and finally, as the voting station was three minutes to closing, we’d, made it.  Liang, with trembling hands, carried his identification, got in, and, with the local police and the man in charge of the borough, escorting him, he’d, successfully, cast that vote.  That year, the man whom he’d voted for got on: every man is equal, the worth of that vote of his, valuable.

Later, I’d, left that street, and from time to time, I’d, gone back, and bumped into Liang, bought a lotto ticket, said hi, and he’d asked me, if I could print out the business cards for him again, or maybe, that time voting gave him a brand new identity.  Recently he’d shared, he won the drawing for the operation right of a lotto shopfront, but he’d still wanted to go into the streets to sell the tickets, and, transferred the right to operate the shop to a man who’d looked out for him a lot, the man is his fans, and, named that shop with Liang’s Fans Page on FB, I’d heard, and started laughing, I so loved it, when the world’s like this.

And so, this is a story of ordinary people, ordinary interactions with the world around them, and, how there’s still hope to find in this world, how there are the lights that shine brightly, despite how dark the world’s getting here, and, these are the stories we’re in need of right now, of how people help each other, without expecting anything in return.

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With the Whole City, Looking for a Missing Child with Autism, a Treasure Map of Memories

Thanks to FB, and the members who uses FB, making the recovery of this autistic boy easier, translated…

The Following Morn When She Woke & Had Calmed Back Down, Wanted to Sit Down with Her Son, and that was When She’d Found Him Gone, as Was the Piggy Bank He’d Put His Allowances in Too………

Late one evening, the phone at the office rang, it was a single mother who lives in Taichung, she was hurried and anxious stricken, asked us to help find her son back.

She’d divorced because her husband was abusive, and ever since, she’d been, working hard to care for her young on her own.  The boy had autism and Tourette’s, and needed even more time and mind to care, but, no matter what, he was her own son, and no matter how hard, she’d, bitten down, and worked hard to give her own son the economic stability, as well as her physical companionship.

It’s just that, no matter how great the mother’s love, there’s only just, her alone, and she’s faced with the hardships of livelihood and caring for her own young, and, it’s only natural, that she too, has her emotions, after a day’s worth of hard work, arriving home, faced with her son who didn’t want to hear her teaching, became hard to communicate with, she’d, lost it, and gotten angry at her own son.

The following morn as she’d slept the night off, and calmed down, wanted to have a talk with her son, she’d found, that he was, gone, and the piggy bank that he’d put his allowances in was too…………she’d worried, that her adolescent son had, ran away from home!

She couldn’t find him close by to home, and immediately gone to the police to report him missing, and yet, for seven days, no news.  And, as she was on her way home, she saw the ad of our agency, and so, with that tiny hope, she’d, called us.

Hearing her voice on the other end of the line, I could feel this single mother’s anxiousness and her worries, but because it was already late, even if I started looking for her son, it wouldn’t be, fruitful.  So I can, only record down the information of this child, and promised his mother, that we will, get right on it, the next morn bright and early.

To tell the truth, although, finding the missing persons, catching someone cheating, and tailing someone, are the three biggest businesses of the private investigators’ agencies, but, finding the missing persons is the lowest in charges, with the highest level of, difficulty, with a very low, rate of, success, because there’s not enough leads to go on.  And, even if we can get into the special resources that we’re entitled to gain, it’s normally, quite, unsuccessful.  But this mother’s cries, resonated in my ears, and it’d, made me feel bad for her………

I’d thought hard for the entire night, and, analyzed the best way to approach this problem, and, sorted through my own feelings of worries, waited until the morn, I’d, called my coworkers, to discuss this particular case, swiftly got the information of this kid out, had all hands on deck, working this case, asked them to pay mind to this; the officemates knew the police office in Taichung, and their friends, and asked them to pay attention; those who are active on the internet, sent out the missing persons’ notice on FB, after they’d gotten the okay for the posts with the managers of the groups.

And I knew too well, that this, is all we’re, able to, do, the following was to, just, wait, wait, and wait, and wait, endlessly………

If we’re lucky, maybe, someone will, bump into, this kid.  If not, then, we can only tell this, single mother, that we’d done the best we could—and that, was the situation I hated the most.

Maybe, it was because I’d not lived with my mother growing up, I couldn’t defend myself against “a mother’s tears”.  In our past cases, whenever there’s a mother who’d come asking, I’d worked my best, to help them out, and it didn’t matter if the cases were next-to-impossible, I’d forced myself to do it until “there’s nothing more that I can do”.

Watching how my coworkers posted the FB fans page of our office the missing person’s ads, I’d stressed on which ways there are still, to help us recover the teen.  At this time, a pop-up came on FB, the missing persons’ notices get a lot of hits, we can place an ad, to get this post out to more people out there.

Normally, I’d felt, that this was FB’s spin of getting us to place the ads with them.  But at this time, I’d suddenly had a brand new thought: “isn’t FB ads regional?”

illustration from UDN.com

we finally found him!

I’d done a minor experiment first, found that my theories were, correct, then following, I’d immediately started discussing the matters with my officemates who are in charge of the ads.  Through the ads systems of FB, I’d posted the “Missing Person” ad of my company’s fan pages onto the clientele of Taichung areas, hoping to get more usable, helpful information.

Everything went well, not long thereafter, the fans group started receiving the help from the members of the online community: there were those who’d called us to ask for more details of the case, said that they would be happy to head out onto the streets to look for the child, from McDonalds, the train stations, the local parks, there were sightings of the boy it’d seemed.

Based off of the reports of those who are out looking, this kid, as soon as he’d realized that someone was zoomed in on him, he’d run off, and, it’d, made all of these helpful people from online feel, defeated.

“Don’t feel like that, your message is great help to us already”, every time I’d read the responses of the online community, we’d showed our gratitude for their assistance.  This isn’t courtesy, it’s, the truth, because although these individuals weren’t able to stop the kid from running off, but, through the entire mapping systems, we could already, see a pattern of where he’d run to and from.

I’d opened up the map for the metro of Taichung, and, started mapping out the routes based off of the reports from the online community, to guess at where this kid will show up to next, and, sent my coworkers out to the regions.

Early the following morn, someone from online told, that he’d sighted the child in front of the train station.  The coworkers who were right in the close vicinity went there immediately.  Not long thereafter, I received a call, “Bo, we’d, found him!”

The coworker told, that the child was cared for by the local homeless population.  Being on his own for days on end, he’d become, fatigued and too hungry, but, his physical health and mental states were both, fine.  As I’d heard this, I’d finally, felt, relieved.

And this was, the only time I wanted to thank Zuckerberg.  A platform online, had helped the people tapped into their own kindness, their passions, and it’d helped a single mother relieved of her worries for her son.

I’d never thought of using the ads as a missing person’s, and, trying it out, it’d, yielded the outcomes we wanted.  But, if Zuckerberg can change that god DAMN algorithm, and give us back our, normal number of hits, I shall be more grateful to him for it.

And so, this is how FB had, helped in the recovery of this autistic child who’d, run away from home, and this still showed, how the internet can be helpful sometimes, and, the boy was returned to his mother, safe and sound, without a scratch, thanks to the local communities, the online communities, that all chipped in to help recover him, and send him back to his mother.

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The Air, My Friend

How fears can, spread, too fast, through a crowd…the column by Jimmi Liao, translated…

There’s a Shark in the Oceans,

Someone’s Leg Got, Chewed Off

After a Few Waves, the Blood, Vanished

The Warnings on the Announcer Kept Playing Loudly

the artwork of Jimmi Liao, courtesy of UDN.com

how we may, influence each other without even knowing it!

People Gathered on the Beach to Watch……………

The Sun Shone Down Hard, the Breezes, Stopped Blowing

We’d Just, Changed, Out of Our, Bathing Suits and Swimwear

The Worries, Uncertain if They Should

Change into the Bathing Suits Now.

And so, this, is how the fears can spread so easily, because there’s that precedence of something bad having happened, and, we have the tendencies to think that we might come across the same things, so we started living, in fear, and that’s, no good!

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The Care & Concerns that Came Like a Surge of Warmth

The cares shown to us, in our, day-to-day interactions with the outside world, translated…

Awhile ago, my mother wasn’t quite well, she needed surgery, the period of recovery afterwards, she’d rarely gone to the marketplace she used to go to for her shopping.

like this

shopping for the groceries, the produces from day to day…photo from online

that day, she’d finally made it out to shop.  As soon as the cashier from the supermarket saw her, she’d greeted gently, “haven’t seen you in a long while.”, as she got to the marketplace, the stand owners who knew my mother, inquired her, “is everything all right with you?”, my mother kept to herself on her physical health but toward the inquiries of those whom she’d interacted with from day to day, she’d felt the warmth, and the kindness, and, it’d added more courage, gave her the boost of energy she was in dire need of from being ill, lifted her spirits up, quite a bit too.

and, this

photo from online

The genuine care and concerns came like surges of warmth, something that we can feel, and it can give us the boosts we are in dire need of, in a lot of places, these connections are accumulated, through our interactions from day to day with others, and that, is how we are, connected to each other in this world.

And so, this is on, making the strong connections with your day-to-day life, interacting with others in your lives regularly, sharing that care and concerns for one another, continue to socialize with our, external, environment.

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The Crack of My Bedroom Door

How this, grandmother, helped preserved the dreams of her young granddaughter’s childhood memories, by allowing her to stash the items she’d sent through the crack in the door to her room, translated…

After I was done with the chores, I’d shut my bedroom door, so I can, lean against the chair, to read the articles of the writer, Xi, then, the rustling noises had come in, distracted me, turned out, it was, a page of the calendar that’s, made its way in, from the crack in my door, it was, dancing in the wind.  I can’t help but smiled, picked it up, and, set it down where it originally was.

My young granddaughter who’s about to enter into the first grade, is a chatty little thing, chimed all day long, begged the adults to answer her inquiries of “Why”, and she could, always, BREAK the bottom line of our, patience, and, my door shut meant my declarations of, “Do NOT Disturb”, and yet, kids will be, kids, the adults’ rules, they would, always, try to, break them, and, glad that they’d done it.

The young child didn’t have her own space, and the toy bins had been, stuffed too full, and, she’d, set her mind, on using some of my, closet space for storage.  Everything her parents wouldn’t allow her to keep, she’d, shoved them into my space, especially those before-school exam papers, the torn off calendar pages, the ads from McDonald’s……basically anything with the blank page on the back, she’d loved, because, she’d enjoyed doodling, and, as she’d finished drawing on the page, she’d, made them into a volume too.  All these things considered as garbage by us, she’d, cherished them like they were, some, priceless, possessions, and I can only, be more, tolerant of that.

The young child had, tried stashing her cherished items here and there, and, the three-centimeter crack on my door, became, a secret transport portal: the childish doodles and drawings, her favorite snacks, the Barbie with the broken leg, the sticker she received for her doctors’ visits, anything, you can name.  seeing that page of torn off calendar that’s entering into the crack of my door, I can’t help but sighed, that there’s only, a very short period of time when the childhood dreams stayed, intact, because, there’s signs of maturation of her in her eyes, every day now.

This is the realizations of an adult, noting just how, precious childhood is, that once it’s gone, it’ll be, gone for good, and, this young girl has a perfect “secret hiding place” for all the things she cherished and held dear to her heart and her mind, in her, grandmother’s, room, through that, “secret portal”: the tiny crack on the door!

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