Title: Girl in Translation
Author: Jean Kwok
In those days, I wanted to believe our love was something tangible and permanent, like a good luck charm I could always wear around my neck. Now I know that it was more like the wisp of smoke trailing off a stick of incense: most of what I could hold onto was the memory of the burning, the aftermath of its scent.
Yet that same scent gets sweeter as the years pass.