The moon represents my family's heart
A conversation I had with my 奶奶 recently.
The forlorn grandmas beckon by the moon and clouds in the sky. Here is a rendition of a snapshot by the balcony with a hummingbird's nest.
Reminiscent of a work done by a pal whose grandma passed while studying abroad screened last year at the Perth Cultural Centre, here is a snippet of a collective memory of Asians between cultures departing from home.
These are our stories.
About the Contributor
Shauna Goh identifies as a humanoid in the digital age. Not confined by geopolitics, loves cloud atlases, and sashimi. Tune in for cultural observations of this beautiful world we were blessed with here.