Doan Phuong Vi's photo and poem

Dan and Vit

from my eyes,
i see my two siblings stir their whipped cream into their hot chocolate
prepared by strangers in a coffeehouse. they're so young, so happy.
they smile at me, and laugh whenever i make a funny face.
they find amusment even in the smallest things.
like when i unwrap the paper from the straw
crinkle it up, and make it into a caterpiller with one tiny drop of my coffee.
in that moment, i felt the happiest.

it's something about family... that doesn't have to be said
they don't have to tell you they love you,
they'll do things for you and show you instead.








Photo of Vi by Vi