The jump-off line comes from What Belongs to Us by Marie Howe.
Not the birthday cakes that I once cherry picked for my birthdays. I remember them looking cute or pretty but no exact details. Not the stamp set of animals I once had. Not even my childhood closet- all the princessy dresses I used to have, not that I’m into looking princessy anymore. Not any bracelets- I never managed to hold onto any. I had two but one of them was lost down the drain during a shower and the other I took off and just forgot about, even though my first name was carved on it. It was a silver bracelet and it got too old and dirty even though I did have it cleaned thoroughly once. Not the ability to see shapes and make stories out of clouds when you saw them in the sky. Not the moon or the stars because even though they are not obscured by tall buildings you never really venture outside at night. It’s not safe to venture outside on foot. Not here. Not Sunkist and its fizziness. Not hair ties with cute parts to them. The last one you brought from Hong Kong is now on the double pony tails of your favourite doll, Lily. You still own her but you don’t play with her anymore. You just keep her for sentimentality’s sake but there are days you don’t even notice her at all even though you put her on the dresser table right besides your side of the bed.









