Nostalgia overwhelms me today as I walk around my neighborhood. The scent of fallen rain fills me with distant memories of puddle-soaked pants and sugar drips down my arm as I lick my red-bean popsicle. Winter is ending and all too soon pink flowers will blossom in the trees but little Chinese girls pick at frozen streaks of snow...prolonging the season a little longer. I wish grandfather was alive to see me...back...here...in his homeland.
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