Por Eiamkanchanalai ‘21
I remember holding a doll to preschool.
I remember giving out chocolate chip cookies during New Year’s. We put cashews in them; it’s a family special.
I remember praying to ancestors with my family.
I remember the smell of tum zaap, its lingering spicy, zesty smell is still on my mind.
I remember the voices of my sisters, laughing at a joke.
I remember going to the beach. It was raining, but because the whole family was together, the day still seems bright.
I remember hugging my parents. Kissing them goodnight every day.
I remember my first time riding public transit alone and how I shift my eyes away from strangers, fixating my attention to my cell phone.
I remember buying a cake for my sister’s birthday. It was a surprise. She was really happy that day.
I remember my sister in tears, throwing dolls away after she broke up with her boyfriend. Something broke in her that day.
I remember constantly calling my sister, asking her if she wanted dinner. Hoping that the thought of having green curry with roti would cheer her up.
I remember leaving my family to come to college.
I remember the feeling of loneliness. The first time I felt so.
I remember the warmth that family gave me.
I remember the sadness accompanied when my grandma passed away. Nothing has felt the same since then. You never really appreciate someone until she’s gone.
I remember the day I got a bad tummy-ache and had to stay at the hospital.
I remember receiving children books as a reward for being a good girl.
I remember going to the theaters to watch a dog movie with granny.
I remember watching a live-action movie in my sister’s dark room.
I remember pretending to be asleep on the car only to find out that I would be carried up to my room.
I remember video calling my parents, telling them I have to go to sleep while they are wide awake.
I remember being called the baby of the family because who else would it be if not me.