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Close to ContextI turn the pages of my third grade reader, glancing at the pictures and skimming the words. My eyes fall upon the image of a covered wagon. I let my eyes rest on the picture, thinking up stories that come with the wagon.Close to Context
The act of reading is so unconscious I don’t realize I am doing it. Minute by minute, I read words. I drink up the sentences, grammar, and syntax, and I wonder how stories are constructed. I dream about possibilities, creating my own story when I hear the raucous cry.
“Sao-wah, stop reading!” My mother appears at the door, hands on hips. “Do your math.” She closes my reader, and pulls me up from the
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Guess I should return the favor
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Smile... tomorrow will be worse
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somebody's watching me..."
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