inheritance

after an hour’s drive
and cautious trek,
halmoni stood before
haraboji and said, “your
grandson will study what
you loved best.” between
her pensive silence and my
high-waisted pants, i felt i was
recollection made flesh.

Jonathan B. Chan is an undergraduate at the University of Cambridge reading English. Born to a Malaysian father and Korean mother in the United States, Jonathan was raised in Singapore and sees his cultural tapestry manifest in his writing. He has recently been moved by the writing of Marilynne Robinson, Joan Didion, and Shūsaku Endō. His mind is preoccupied with questions of theology, love, and human expression.

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