
I needed new chopsticks – we’d broken them playing chopsticks wishbone. We pulled wrong, pulled too hard, and mine snapped in the center. Splintered. I asked you about your wish. You put your piece down slowly, quietly picked up your spoon, and dipped it in egg drop soup.
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Above painting by me, circa 2014 or so.
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