Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Mountains Sing

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Mountains Sing

The Mountains Sing, Vietnam, Asia, Historical Fiction, Black, Mountains, Gold, Nguyễn Phan Quế Mai
I missed how my mother had filled our home with her singing voice, how gracefully she’d danced, how she’d led me along by my fingers, twirling me around her so my shirt would flare. Whenever I was sad, I told myself to be strong, like my mother. She never cried or showed fear. Once we found a snake under our bed and, while I stood there shrieking, she bent and picked it up by the tip of its tail, flinging it out of the open window.

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