Dirt and tears
drip
onto
the
keys
Muddying the chords
And causing
My fingers to slip
Again and again
I gasp for air
And receive nothing
But polite applause
Recital
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- May 10, 2026
- By Eric Chang
Immigrant mothers quietly carry love through constant sacrifice
More to Love
Technology connects us—yet leaves us lonelier.
Silence feels safe but builds quiet distance
Kids need predictable love, not perfect parents.
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