[日常廢] 開始跑步前的無病呻吟

來個廢文體。

自從來到美國後接受了各式各樣的加工食物污染

深深感受到加工食品的博大精深以及對身體的殘害

我就這樣精緻糖與油炸食品中毒的渾渾噩噩過了半年

噢理所當然的體重也直直往上飆

所以最近開始去社區健身房跑步

其實一開始是快走

但是我發現人的身體很奇怪，你一開始運動，體力就默默變好

原本我只需要快走心跳就可以到130

現在非要跑起來不可，心中實在是一百八十個不願意

我看起來是很愛運動的人嗎？

不是嘛，當然是躺在床上軟爛比較蘇湖啊

已經開始快走了快兩個禮拜，每天至少30分鐘

也不見體重有往下掉

（體脂肪這五天才開始量，所以不算，我絕對不會說我這三天吃太多，體脂肪不降反升）

然後　居然還要　跑　起　來

太怒了

但是我不想放棄，如果我連這樣簡單的每天運動40分鐘的事情都做不到

就真的太對不起現在閒閒沒事只是在找工作的自己了。

讓我們看看我可以堅持多久吧哈哈哈哈

真的是胖到人神共憤唉

[ 地雷食驗室 ] 是誰毀了Oreo和Churros？！Oreo Churros

本系列由掐子不負責任擔綱。
由於本人特容易被負評食物吸引，例如：小熊脘腸（對我N年前就吃過這個了），又難得旅居怪奇（或者說創意十足的）加工食品特多的美國，因此新開闢一個專欄來吃各種負評食物！

第一回是由拍拍所推薦的Oreo Churros。拍拍貼了 看電影就是要配吉拿棒才夠味，現在竟然出了 Oreo 口味，害我口水流到隔壁座位去啦！  到群組裡，瞬　間　點　火！！

對於看到Churros就會湊上去買的我根本就是放火燒！

熱愛進食的我馬上Google評價，殊不知在Walmart網站上這個產品只有3顆星，而且評價超兩極。

那就讓我們來看看那些一顆星的絕望網友們留了些什麼評價：

看到負評以後　更　燒！根本就是要逼死特愛嘗試怪東西的我！！！！

手刀殺到超市的冷凍區尋找Oreo Churros的蹤影

一開始還找不到，找了半天想說該不會賣太差

或者是太不健康了這間健康超市不賣這種垃圾食物

沒想到是放在冷凍櫃的最高那層

欺負亞洲人矮膩


不過很好，還有折$1

所以就帶了一盒回家

不能不說包裝盒的照片真的很騙，

因為Churros看起來真的很大一支，

但是實際上打開只有兩根指節長。

對，就是兩根指節

（後面是我正在烤的南瓜派FillingXD）

我們再來回顧一下包裝盒，

除了迷你的盤子以外還有爆漿的夾心內餡

跟我內心一樣乾枯的夾心內餡




好吧說不定人家要加熱才會爆漿，

做人不要太Critical才不會沒朋友

所以就來進行一個加熱的動作，

一次先烤四個以免吃不完

根據指示將烤箱預熱到450F之後，

乖乖的烤了8分鐘

烤的過程中有巧克力的味道散出來～～～

害我覺得一顆星Reviews可能都是Reese's派來的寫手

哦哦哦哦看似爆漿了！

還有撐不住而裂開的朋友

真是太對不住了

讓你們獨自面對烤箱的熱情

看起來好像沒那麼糟，

但是因為只烤了四根所以我不打算開他送的crumb


所以我撒了砂糖就開動了（我忘了拍照XD）







至於最重要的味道嘛.........吃起來真的蠻像厚紙板的，有一點巧克力香氣的厚紙板。又硬又乾，還會刮嘴QAQ

在吃的過程中我甚至忘記他有夾心內餡，因為真的完全感受不到夾心內餡的存在

我吃了兩個以後真的吃不下去，就只好欺騙我室友幫我把他們吃了（？

好險我只烤了四個，但我現在真的不知道該拿剩下的Oreo Churros如何是好了。


厚紙板指數　：★★★★★
浪費錢指數　：★★★★★
包裝照騙指數：★★★☆☆
回　購　率　：★☆☆☆☆

[ 中文翻譯 ] While My Guitar Gently Weeps 當我的吉他悄悄地哭泣 (Kubo主題曲)

昨天和Kae一起去看Kubo。這麼晚才看是因為原本以為是3D動畫，沒想到居然是定格動畫！
想說好像快下檔了，所以抓著原本也沒有興趣的Kae一起去看了。看完以後兩個人都覺得十分驚艷！各種美麗的畫面嗚呼！Kae則是覺得美國人看日本文化的觀點十分的有趣，所以很喜歡這部電影。

或許是因為沒有字幕的關係，覺得有些地方劇情轉折並不是很順，還有一些令人想吐槽的設定，不過是一部好電影！！！

最後的片尾十令人在意的好聽，因此決定把它翻成中文;)



原曲是由披頭四作曲與演唱，負責作曲的Harrison是以《易經》中的「萬物息息相關」的概念為基礎，所以他隨意的抽了一本書，翻了一面，看到了Gently Weeps，然後就開始作曲。

Kubo的片尾則是由Regina Spektor 演唱，三味線好酥啊XDD

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
我凝視眾生，看見那愛正靜靜沉睡著

While my guitar gently weeps
當我的吉他悄悄地哭泣

I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
我注視著地板，然後發現地板需要清掃

Still my guitar gently weeps.
而我的吉他仍悄悄地哭泣

I don't know why nobody told you
我不知道為什麼沒有人告訴你

How to unfold your love
要如何釋放你的愛

I don't know how someone controlled you
我不知道那些人如何掌控你

They bought and sold you.
如何收買再出賣你

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
我看著這世界，注意到世界正在旋轉

While my guitar gently weeps
當我的吉他悄悄地哭泣

With every mistake we must surely be learning
我們在每個錯誤中學習成長

Still my guitar gently weeps.
當我的吉他悄悄地哭泣

I don't know how you were diverted
我不知道你是如何誤入歧途

You were perverted too
你向下沉淪 無法回頭

I don't know how you were inverted
我不知道你是如何被顛倒是非

No one alerted you.
而沒有人警告你

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
我凝視眾生，看見那愛正靜靜沉睡著

While my guitar gently weeps
當我的吉他悄悄地哭泣

Look at you all...
注視著你們...

Still my guitar gently weeps.
而我的吉他仍悄悄地哭泣

[ 中文翻譯 ] Steven Universe - Video Chat (Short)

Steven Universe 小短片第二翻！

這次是Steven和Peridot視訊w




（電腦雜訊）

Steven：哈囉？嗨，Peridot

Peridot：Steven，你聽的到嗎？

Steven：我聽的到....

Peridot：你聽的到嗎？！

Steven：我聽的ㄉ.....

Peridot：RRRR，這笨東西到底要怎麼用....

Peridot：啊！Steven？

Steven：嗨，Peridot

Peridot：Steven！（大笑）你看！我聰明絕頂的天才，我搞懂要如何架好穀倉內的Wi-Fi了！流量大到可以用1080P直播Camp Pining Hearts（露營憔悴心）！讓我告訴你我是怎麼辦到的！
所以我先@#$%^&（雜訊）

Steven：Peridot？

Peridot：所以我就在那兒，面對面看著那個大!@#$%^&（雜訊）

Steven：Peridot，收訊不是很好

Peridot：為了@#$燃燒我的生命@#$%，然後他咬我！（雜訊）然後現在Wi-Fi完美運作中。所以你今天做了些什麼事呢？

Steven：我學會如何做這個！

Peridot：哇噢－－！Lapis！快來看！

Lapis：那是Steven嗎？

Peridot：是啊

Lapis：噢不！Steven！發生了甚麼事？！

Steven：噢沒事的，這只是個－－

Lapis：你是怎麼把他困在裡面的？為什麼你沒有試著把他救出來？！

Peridot：Lapis，放輕鬆，這只是我的通訊平板。

Lapis：是誰對你幹了這好事，Steven，我現在就救你出來。這玩意兒的寶石在哪裡，我、我找不到！

Steven：Lapis？你在幹麻？

Lapis：他一定被困在裡面了

Peridot：等等！Lapis，這只是個螢幕！！住ㄕㄡ－－－（螢幕黑）

Steven：噢老天

Peridot：感謝星辰，我還以為沒救了

Lapis：讓開Peridot，我必須釋放他

Peridot：不！！Lapis！！！

Lapis：我會把你救出來的！Steven！如同你把我救出來一樣！

Peridot：冷靜！

Steven：等等！住手！我沒事的！

Lapis：Steven！你沒事！噢...Peridot，對不起

Peridot：沒關係的，只要小心的用那支球棒...

Steven：噢你們看，是Lion！等、等等Lion，Lion小心！不！Lion！！！

（連線中斷）

Steven：不！那是Connie的筆電呀！LION!!!!!

Lapis：他應該要對所有的人類東西更加小心才對

Peridot：Hmmm

[中文翻譯] Steven Universe - Gem Karaoke

這次是Steven Universe的首翻，如果有誤還請多多指教>w<！
Steven Universe小短片的回合！

Connie：我來錄影

Steven：謝啦Connie！好，是56383

Pearl：5...6...3...8...3...

Amethyst ：很久欸～快點放音樂啦！阿珍！等到都快發霉了！

Pearl：Amethyst ，我已經在試了。Steven，你確定那個號碼是對的嗎？我一直輸入，但是他沒有任何看起來要播放的跡象⋯⋯

Steven ：噢....因為你要按「播放」

Pearl：噢～原來如此

Steven：Connie！歌要開始了！

Connie ：嗯～你們就先唱吧！

Steven：妳確定嗎？

Connie ：真的沒關係，總要有人負責拿錄影機，對吧？

Steven ：噢，好吧！

♫　我不經意的一舉一動都是鎂光燈焦點　♫

♫　當我踏出我亮麗的粉色加長禮車　♫

Amethyst ：哎唷不錯唷！

Steven：

♫　回眸一笑就不小心讓駕駛看的出神　♫

♫　手勢一下歡呼聲起，當我講笑話他們捧腹大笑　♫

Steven & Amethyst ：

♫　我有一副讓他們迷失的雙眼，讓他們陶醉的姿態　♫

Garnet：

♫　我像魔術師一樣的讓他們著迷，當我手指他們目不轉睛，當我說話他們洗耳恭聽　♫

Pearl：

♫　大家都需要朋友，而我有你和你和你和你　♫

♫　多到我都叫不出名字　♫

♫　怪我囉？誰叫我那麼有名呢？　♫

Steven ：Connie？Connie 來啦！快要到最精彩的地方了！

Connie ：噢真的沒關係，你們唱的超好！

Steven：來啦！換妳唱了！

Connie ：你確定嗎？

Steven ：真的！好好享受吧！

Connie ：好吧！謝啦Garnet

♫　你難道沒注意到我是大明星嗎？　♫

♫　我在地球自轉時閃亮登場 　♫

♫　難道你沒看見我努力了這麼久嗎？　♫

♫　現在所有人都可以看見我在燃燒綻放　♫

全： 

♫　現在所有人都可以看見我在燃燒綻放　♫

♫　現在所有人都可以看見我在燃燒綻放　♫

（歡呼聲）

Pearl：太棒了！Connie，多完美的收尾！

Connie ：Pearl謝謝妳！

Amethyst ：你是卡拉OK之王！

Connie ：謝謝妳們....我真的.....

Amethyst ：呃.....Pearl，你在按下開始之前輸入了幾次號碼啊？

Pearl：大概15次吧....

Connie：安可！

Steven ：耶！！！

2016.06.03 The Power of Vulnerability

"Vulnerability is the core of shame and fear and our struggle for worthiness, but it appears that it's also the birthplace of joy, of creativity, of belonging, of love."－－Brene Brown 《The Power of Vulnerability》

自從來到美國後，在短時間內適應了很多事情，其中一件就是習慣了開車，並且覺得開車40分鐘的距離並不算遠。收音機對我來說就是通勤時刻的好夥伴。但40分鐘對於有限的流行歌曲來說實在是很長，當同樣的流行歌曲重複撥放超過一個月的時候，就會有令人煩躁的能力。於是我開始收聽NPR，也就是國家公共頻道(?)，但是聽著哪裡又發生槍擊案、總統候選人又說了甚麼，對尚未融入文化的我來說還很遙遠，聽著一大堆不屬於自己的語言，腦袋甚至不會試著解讀他。

我腦筋就動到了TED talk上。

TED的app可以在有wifi的環境下預先下載影片（或錄音檔，但錄音檔有時候會莫名其妙斷掉），裡面有各種已經幫你挑好的playlist，可以一口氣下載好多talk。而The power of vulnerability是我聽到目前為止最喜歡的一個talk，從內容、選用的單字到口音我都很喜翻。Brene Brown真的很會講故事，很真實也很受用。(by the way我發現我最近愛的人都姓Brown哈哈哈)

聽完這個talk以後，我反覆思考我的人生，或者是反省過去的一年，因為我短暫的記憶並不允許我回憶太遠。在回憶那些快樂、焦慮和悲傷的時刻時，我意識到我的害怕付出、害怕失去、害怕被看見。但是當我擁抱我可能會失敗的這個想法的時候，事情又會好轉起來，那些歡笑或痛楚變得更深刻也更值得令人回味。

我依舊是一個害怕付出、害怕失去、害怕被看見與希望自己可以掌控一切的人。或許我的個性已經沒有辦法再改變，現在的我比較懂得和焦慮相處，懂得和未知打交道。過去的我很期待得到正確答案的那一刻，但現在的我相較之下期待的是討論。不過我的話還是太多，我總是迫切的想要發表我的意見，我還要學習怎麼聆聽，這是最近面臨的課題。

其實這篇PO文的目的，是想表達我的羨慕與忌妒。我懊悔我錯過了一整個畢業季，我害怕打開Facebook之後的各種學士服轟炸，我羨慕能夠擁有學士服的朋友們。到了美國以後沒有直接進入迪士尼真是讓我的心碎成千千片，有種兩頭皆空的感覺。一開始還在想著要堅強，不可以哭。但這個talk讓我想起了要學會「懂得受傷」才可以更加地體會到所謂情感的流動。

所以我現在都對各種負面情緒放棄治療了，來就來ㄅ沒在怕der

https://www.ted.com/talks/brene_brown_on_vulnerability

2016.05.25 Pyromania

　　這篇是我自己有點喜歡，我想了好久要讓Pei怎麼結束這個故事，因為她自己也沒有很清楚到底發生了甚麼事，應該是因為我在寫的時候也沒有很清楚到底會發生甚麼事。

　　我很喜歡火，真的很喜歡火，記得小時候在院子裏面玩火，燒葉子、燒頭髮、燒快要燒完的蠟燭（然後弄得髒兮兮）也很喜歡爐火，可以看著爐火看很久。各種美麗的火舞♥

　　那請各位欣賞－－

Pyromania

         “Light up the incense for us sweetheart,” said Pei’s mother.

         “Sure!” Surprised by mother’s command, Pei leaped up from the game she was playing with her siblings and rushed into the attic shrine. She nodded to her grand-grandparents and pulled out the drawer which was filled with incense. She counted carefully to five, it was half of the number she knew. The school only taught them how to count until ten. Pei aligned the incense, lit up the lighter without any try, and equally lit up every incense to make sure it had the same speed of burning. The incense started to burn and sent out the lifting smoke. Pei was fascinated by the breathing red tops of the incense. She watched them for a second, and rushed out the attic shrine.

         “Mom, the incense is ready!” Pei yelled.

         “Okay, everyone, go say something to your grand-grandparents,” Pei's mom announced, rubbing her wet hands on her apron.(Nice incidentally invoked sense of Taiwanese setting…)

         Pei realized that the lighter was still in her hand. She forgot to return it back to the drawer. She lit up the lighter three more times and enjoyed the sounds made by the lighter when it was releasing the gas.(Nice detail…)

         “Don’t play with fire,” Pei’s mom patted on her head when she saw her daughter lit up the lighter without any reason.

         “I’m not, mom,” Pei put the lighter back into the drawer.

         Pei knew that she was not playing with fire. She was controlling it.

         Chingming is the day to talk with ancestors, people burn the incense and paper money to let the smoke carry our words to their world. Chinese people use fire to show respect and admiration to ancestor. For Pei, Chingming is her big day too. On that day, she was asked to burn things rather than being prohibited from burning them. The fire utters her words with heat, melting down the barrier of the world. We are eventually all dust.(Nice)

         Pei’s talent was discovered when she was in kindergarten. Her friend, Guan, found a box of matches her way to the kindergarten and showed it to Pei. The box was worn out on the corner and the printed characters were unreadable. The matches were damp with the winter rain. The teacher had noticed that the girls were playing with a box of matches, but after she checked the box and decided it was too wet to burn, she returned the new discovered treasure to the girls.

         “I’ve seen how it works on the TV!” said Guan, she tried to lower her voice so that she wouldn’t attract the other classmates, but still couldn’t hide her excitement in her words.

         “My mom never let me use them,” said Pei. She pulled out the tiny drawer with only a few matches left inside,” Do you think we can light it up?”

         “Maybe,” Guan used her tiny but delicate finger to pick up a match,” Let me try!’’

         Guan tried to light up the matches but in vain. The matches did not even give out the smell of burn. Pei knew what was wrong.

         “May I try the last one? Please! Please! Please!” Pei begged her best friend.

         “Okay,” Guan’s interest to the matches died when she broke her forth matches.

         Pei picked up the last match carefully. Her fingers could feel the wetness of the match, but she knew it was nothing to worry. She licked her lips, and struck.

         The sparklet twinkled and there was the fire on the match. The fire burned all the noise in the indoor playground in to ashes, only the match was hissing the flame. Pei was standing there, holding the match with fire and amazed by the fire fairy who just came visit. The fire quenched in a few second, the world went on to rotation.

         “Did you see that?” Pei barely spit out some words. She was hooked by the red skirt corner of the fire. It made her think about the skirt that the Flamenco dancer wears.(Nice…where are your labels?) (老師對不起我忘記Label了...)

         “It was just fire,” Guan shrugged. Suddenly the match box without match was trash for her. She looked around the playground and decided a slide deserved more her attention. She rushed to the line of getting on the slide, yelling and screaming with the other kids. Pei looked at the empty match box, carefully put the match box into her pocket, and followed her best friend to the slide.

         Pei’s mother found the match box in Pei’s pocket before she tossed it into the laundry machine. The paper fiber would just ruin the whole basket of laundry. (Nice) She threw the match box into trash can.

         “Mommy, did you see my box?” Pei was taking her room apart to find her match box.

         “What box, sweetheart?” Pei’s mother still focused on washing her dishes.

         “A match box,” Pei was going through the stack of clean clothes her mom just folded neatly.

         “Honey, stop doing that,” Pei’s mother frowned,” I don’t know what box you’re talking about.”

         “I think I left it in my pocket,” Pei was now going through all the pants’ pockets.

         “Oh! The match box?” Pei’s mother finished the last plate and turned to Pei,” I thought it was trash so I threw it away.”

         Pei’s action suddenly froze. She lifted her head up slowly and said, “You threw it away?”

         “I’m sorry honey,” Pei’s mother apologized. She lowered her body so that she could see directly into Pei’s eyes which was tearing, “I’m so sorry.”

         “But that was my box, my match box!” Pei’s voice was shivering and shaking. Tears were rolling down on her check and dropped on her dress.

         “Why would you need an empty match box?” Pei’s mother said patiently.

         “They bring the beautiful thing! And fairy came!” Pei was sobbing. She lost her power without the match box.

         “Would it be the same if I can give you another one?” Pei’s mother wiped the tears on Pei’s cheek.

         “New one?”

         “New one, but the box only,” said Pei’s mother.

        

         Pei was sitting beside the tiny temple, caressing the rough sandpaper of her match box. The texture of sandpaper reminded her think of the street cat was licking her finger after she gave her some pellets. She felt the heat without flame. She observed the candlelight of candle which sit beside the self-serve incense. Pei enjoyed the moment when there came a new pilgrim and lit up a bundle of incense. She knew how long would the incense infect the heat, how the first wisp of smoke would twist in the air. She could even feel it when she closed her eyes. In her daydream, she was lifted by the heat, bathing in the cozy smoke and listening to the peace that only an object which is being transforming to ashes can provide. Until the strong wind blew away the fog, Pei fell. Pei knew someone would catch her, but she never knew who they were. It might be the wind which grabbed her before she landed, the heat which gave her the last cuddle before she left or the god who is worshipped by the pilgrims in the tiny temple. The winter wind blew and Pei sneezed. She was wetted by her sweat in a deep deep deep winter. Pei sneezed again.

         The world was crumbling. Dreaming a wonderful picnic time with her friends, Pei was disturbed by the unusual feeling of trembling. She woke up and tried to sense the danger in air, but it was too hard to get her mind out of cupcakes and soda. Everything is shaking. Pei’s mother rushed into their room. Pei saw her mother was shaking as well. After checking all her children was safe, Pei’s mother rushed to turn off all the gas and electric equipment and opened the door. Something was falling out from the cupboard, clattering in the kitchen.

         “I hope is not the set of plate that my mom gave us,” Pei’s mother murmured to her husband.

         “Don’t worry, honey,” said Pei’s father,” As long as we are all safe, there is nothing we need to worry.”

         The land went back to tranquil, stiff as if it would never move again. They could hear neighbor’s baby was crying and screaming. The dog on the street were barking, stirring the uncertainty in the atmosphere. The battery of flash light ran out and Pei’s father couldn’t find the candles for emergency.

         “Seems like we need to stay in the dark for a while then,” Pei’s father shrugged and said. Pei’s mother didn’t blame anything on him, she knew arguing would be the worst thing to do in the dreadful darkness.

         Suddenly, a beam of light popped up in the palm of Pei. The fire was weak and feeble, glittered when Pei breathed. Pei carefully settled the fire on a used short candle and extinguished the match. Pei took out the other used candles and lit them up, until it was bright enough that she could see her mother’s eyes wrinkles. Pei covered her shoe box which was filled with the used candles which were abandoned by temples and the matches and used lighter she collected from the smokers in their community and hid the shoe box under the bed again.

         “Thank you, sweetheart, to bring us back the light,” surprised by the half-full shoe box, Pei’s mother didn’t scold on Pei. Pei broke into a bright smile with her mother’s compliment. She was the magician of the light, of the heat, of the fire. They were sitting in silence, listening to each other’s breath, heart beats, the evidences of life, sharing the subtle joy of being safe and union and waiting the first siren to slice the peaceful night.

         Pei knew how all the different leaves in the park smells like when they catch fire. (Interesting) She had been conducting the experiment of odor and color of smoke for a few weeks. She knew how dry the leaves need to be and she knew the fastest way to dry them. They were ready to sacrifice when Pei line them neatly on the balcony. Pei also knew how to melt the nylon clothes slightly without burning them, but cotton was her favorite. (Interesting psychology) She loved to see the flame replacing the cotton, licking the edge of the cloth with softness and leaving the voiceless ashes tumbled. She collected the hair from the comb as well. They turned into ball when they were heated, like panic school of fish is running away from a predator.

         Sitting beside the fireplace, Pei appreciated the warmth of fire. It’s her first time to stay beside the fireplace. Her mother assigned her to take care of the fire. The fire should stay in the balance. Pei was doing it flawlessly. She enjoyed the dying moment of flame when she put a new piece of wood coal in to fireplace. The flame would surround the new wood coal quietly, and took it over in a sudden. The flame was dancing, performing to its only audience, Pei. The flame was shimmering, winking glamorously and disappeared. The other dancer jumped out and stretching like a cat and vanished. Pei kept the fire in the required condition until her mother came and told her that she can let the fire die. The flame evaporated and left the coal was twinkling, their color was shifting like spreading lava. Pei slept beside the fireplace that night. In her dream, she saw her promising future was hiding in the smoke.

         Pei’s secret base was located in the back alley of their apartment. Her shoe box was not big enough to keep all her collection. She had different kind of match boxes, lighters, candles, papers and clothes, sometimes with a bottle of gas. Gas is not dangerous at all, Pei knew how to let it burn gently. She had a bucket full with water to make sure she extinguished the fire before she left. She knew the fire is dangerous, but it was all under her control. She was hundred percent sure.

         “The firefighter was not sure what was the reason of the fire which took place in the Wen-Chou alley, even though they had found the point of origin,” said the anchor hastily,” The firefighter found a few sets of equipment which can set everything of fire efficiently, but investigation needs to be taken to clarify which set of the equipment was the cause of the fire. Fortunately, there were no one injured and property was not in great damage.” Pei turned off the television, looked up to her mom. Pei’s mother was frowning. She sighed and rubbed her eyes.

         “I hope they can find out the arsonist as soon as possible,” said Pei’s mother,” I am so proud of you, sweetheart. If you didn’t call the firefighter just in time, our house would just burn into ashes.”

         Pei blinked, caressing the sandpaper of the match box she got from her mother.

Very sophisticated sense of storytelling...obliquely rendered setting and psychologically infused, partially realized and partially obscured protagonist…this story has a strong enough core to get published…keep writing…