| Lilledesham Bose |
| Philippines
Oh What A Night The last time I saw trees shaping strips of moonlight into curves, I was ten. We--my sisters, my yaya, kinchay, strawberries, and jars and jars of peanut brittle--are bundled up in a car, parked outside my father's house. My father is outside. He is reading a letter just handed to him by my mother, who is getting into the car. She slams the door, adjusts the rearview mirror, and asks, "Who has to go to the bathroom?" My sister starts crying, but no one answers, so my mom starts to drive away. When I look back at my father, he is tearing the letter up into tiny pieces. They're carried across the moonlit strips, until we turn into a curve, and then I can't see them anymore. All Rights Reserved. Printed By Permission.
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