HOÀN THÀNH
Anonymous Drawing
Part I — The Year the Gon Trees Bloomed The sound of cicadas rang out just as Chu Dieu Linh opened the lunch box, and the fragrant smell of charcoal sticky rice mixed with shredded coconut wafted through the sweltering heat of the schoolyard in September. She sat on the steps behind the tenth grade row, in the shadow of an old almond tree, where few students hung out because it was far from the cafeteria and near the trash can. That was her familiar seat during the first two weeks of the school year, not because she liked quiet, but because her lunch - a handful of sticky rice wrapped in banana leaves that her mother had saved from the morning sale - was not…
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