The Little Sister

Do not be like leaves, do not be like grass Paving my soul in a crowded path Be like leaves, be like grass Awakening my love in the morning light

Hey, it’s him again: xaolonist, pronounced as xa-o-lo-nist, a self-proclaimed satirical writer, a scientist specializing in the study of non-urgent social issues lacking practical application in life

Back in middle school, his sister led him to the library, where he read hungrily through the collection of short stories by Nguyen Nhat Anh. He loved the clean, humorous, peaceful, and familiar tone of the author. If he remembers correctly, the poem above was dedicated to Thao in the book Little Sisters. He even had a collection of poems compiled from the author’s books, with his sister drawing the covers. He planned to use these poetry collections to win over the prettiest girl in school. Before he could even try, she fell for him on her own

Could it be that these childhood stories shaped who he is now? He is simple, loves life, and eats whatever is given to him. A little sister once gave him MDMA (C11H15NO2), sending him floating through earthly dreams and human bliss. He hates no one, resents no one: he just does not want to spend time with people who do not bring positive energy to his life. He is researching why the 108 heroes of Liangshan Marsh he met never intimidated him, yet a single branch of aster, placed in an old Jägermeister bottle with its label faded, could make his heart ache so deeply

He wonders if the prettiest girl from school back then has a daughter yet. He still does not have one

❤️ cowriter aethery