Elizabeth Nguyeneven when there were his friends around, I’d clamber onto his lap, tug his shirt and ask when we…my eyes would droop, and the carpet looked so comfy. I’d drop down, curl up and sleep. I could feel my mom pick me up, carry me to my room…Dec 6, 2015Dec 6, 2015
Elizabeth Nguyena streetlight, a bear, and a kid prompta dull yellow light spilled over the dark street. it was silent except the constant buzz of the old street lamp on rowen lane. a large…Nov 30, 2015Nov 30, 2015
Elizabeth Nguyenafter bloodand after she saw her mom crying in pain, she looked down at her arms tinged with purpleOct 23, 2015Oct 23, 2015
Elizabeth Nguyenthey sayanxiety is an excuse for nervousness and that we should get over itOct 7, 2015Oct 7, 2015
Elizabeth Nguyen“aren’t u supposed to be asian?”not only have i heard that countless of times, it’s racist, stereotypical, and labeling. i heard this the first time, when my classmate…Sep 27, 2015Sep 27, 2015
Elizabeth Nguyenwinter is whenyou burn your tongue sipping sweet cinnamon hot chocolate with marshmallows, the mug slowly warming your finger tipsSep 25, 2015Sep 25, 2015
Elizabeth Nguyenwhen i was a young girl, i wanted everything. i believed i had so much to live for.i wanted to be a fashion designer, an actor, a chef. i wanted everything to be mine. i was afraid there wasn’t enough time for me to…Sep 24, 2015Sep 24, 2015
