The problem with my grandmother is this:
We don’t know who we are without her.
When I think about her legacy, I want to crawl back into bed.
None of it makes any sense.
An informal blog & landing page for Alice Xin Liu
The problem with my grandmother is this:
We don’t know who we are without her.
When I think about her legacy, I want to crawl back into bed.
None of it makes any sense.