Old, how much aging is old? I look at the children on the monkey bars and I saw my childhood; I look at the teenagers and I remember my youth; I face my parents and I’m reminded of my good health. My heart beats half a century, yet my mind is the firmness of a perky nineteen year old. I look at a young man passing and forgets I am the age of his mother, my pulse arrhythmic and it came to me, the first time he held my hand- orange twilight fell upon the walk bridge at the length of a working day, our hands barely brushed, and my heart sang arias.
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.