AND THE WORLD WAS OURS

Gouache on watercolour paper with poem

Honourable Mention Celine C. | 16 years old Aldergrove Library

It was a summer ’ s day, the air smothered us with its burning tentacles, trying to get under our skin and force out the water beneath the surface. Like miners it was, extracting precious minerals from the stubborn earth.

We welcomed the heat though, and the sweat that came with it. That was what it takes to be a child (It would be a lie if we didn ’t escape and accept the embrace of the air conditioner rather gracefully despite the heroism of being children) As soon as we were old enough to discover the nearby store

柑仔店, More of it a was called general existence in my beloved beloved country than a specific name— we swarmed to it like flecks of metal to a magnet As my father would have done many years ago Like miners we were also Pulling and digging into the sweet and bubbling history View Original (.pdf)