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  • Today, I’m trying to remember what makes me come alive.

    Singing “Happy Birthday” to Mom in both Korean and English in our trademark off key family tone.
    Running three blocks for the bus, hand in hand with Eammon.
    Drinking a beer in the park that Benny hides in a crumpled paper bag.
    Giggling at the hilarity of the situation as kids walk by and we coyly eat our bánh mì sandwiches .
    Seeing Denis dance to “Call Me Maybe” while his friends egg him on.
    Dancing to “Call Me Maybe”.
    Bringing a card with kittens hugging as a peace offering to an old friend after five years.
    Meow, I've missed you and still care for you.
    A sign of life from Kabul, Afghanistan: a reminder that we are still trying, that we are human.

    And this man who paints the city he loves. The city I love even in all the hell and heaviness it brings. We tread on in the heat and storms. We come alive, again.
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