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Memory Lane

I walk alone on Memory Lane.

Just me, myself and I; makes me a whole unique person.

Some days, I see myself as a child again, embracing the sweet memories of childhood. The bright and long summer days of frolicking in the vast countryside of my hometown.

Some days, I see myself as a teenager. My beloved mother would lecture me to be an obedient daughter; an expectation that I couldn’t fulfill.

Deep within myself, I wanted to be the “real me”: adventurous, creative, outspoken, and rebellious.

This is my memory lane, that I walked so often. Each chapter unfolds before me.

Each lesson and experience taught me to be a better person.

Memory Lane, my favorite path when I need some self-reflection.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

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Bubble Girl

When I was an unborn child, I lived in my own bubble world.

A bubble with all things for survival and happiness protected by my mother.

My mother fed me, spoke to me, and sang to me softly each day.

I was in harmony with her sadness and happiness each day, for her anticipation of me being born was slowly and madly driving her to insanity.

She waited patiently and until, “whoosh”… the bubble broke, and water gushed me out!

A flash of bright light stung my eyes and I squinted with agony!

“No…no…I am cold!” “Where am I?”

Seconds became minutes and my little brown eyes stared at this strange woman.

I stared with awe and wonder. Where is my bubble? Who is this strange woman and place?

Then this strange woman spoke to me softly with her gentle voice, “Hi there, bubble girl. I am your mother.”

She welcomed me to this world with her warm embrace and kisses.

I am the bubble girl that now have to face this whole new world.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

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A Loving Mother

A tender and loving mother that gave unconditional love to her children.

She was a superhero in disguise, with no superpowers to boast about.

She made sacrifices without complaints, just to give a better life to her children.

She never seeks acknowledgement but knew that her children were grateful in all her endeavors.

She left this earth too soon.

We will miss her smile, her gentle words of kindness, and her love for all the people whom she touched with her magical hands.

Rest her gentle soul, a soul that is now with God in Heaven.

Dedicated to everyone who have lost a mother and still misses her.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

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I Am Not My Mother’s Daughter

Mama, sorry to disappoint you…I could not be the daughter you want me to be. I know you want me to walk a path of a well behaved traditional daughter, but I have untamed liberal thoughts spinning in my head; round and round. Who should I be? I could only be “me”. A daughter that have her own thoughts and American dreams. I have a similar face, hair color, eyes and mouth just like my mother; but still I am not my mother’s daughter. See the real me, deep inside my soul: an outspoken, creative, passionate, optimistic Asian girl with the best assimilation of Asian and American culture.

By  Jazzmin S. Lu

Dedication and Acknowledgment:

To my mother, whom I dearly love and admire with her sparkly personality that always warmed my heart. Without her struggle and sacrifice, I wouldn’t  be the woman I am today.

Also, I want to acknowledge all the immigrant mothers out there, that made a difference in the lives of their daughters: teaching them the importance of heritage, self-identity, self-love, resilience, and perseverance to break the glass door to achieve their dreams.