Kym Le

In the wee hours of the morning I wiggled my toes and realised that it was no ordinary day. It was my birthday! but I felt bland and apathetic. After spooning in a bowl of porridge for breakfast I reflected upon the significance of the day. But I couldn’t find any…
…continue reading "My Seventeenth Birthday".

I mentioned my mum visiting my sick grandpa in August, didn’t I? It’s been a year since his diagnosis. He’s endured a lot of agony.

He passed away an hour ago.

I am slow. Throughout my entire life my obsessive-compulsive tendencies have steered me into a perfectionist’s trap. I am, of course, talking about how neatly but slowly I write.
…continue reading "My Weakness Is…".