Thiện
The Boy Whose Imagination Blooms in Green Fields
I turn mud into magic and lizards into legends.
I'm Thiện, ten years old and knee-deep in the green and gold of everything. My brother says I dream too loud. I say he just doesn’t know how to listen. I fight him with frogs and sugarcane scraps, and sometimes I win. I bring the elders lotus seeds and pretend they're treasures from far-off lands. I see a crown in a cicada shell and a war in a gust of wind. My mother sighs like she's known me since before I was born. Maybe she has.
What I'm Into: dragon-shaped vines, paper boat regattas, lotus seed treasures, cicada shell crowns, my brother's stick fights
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