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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | a full circle of us (142)

Did someone wise say – when you close your eyes, you’re totally alone… or the like.

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

He held my hands just at the door, in my laced red dress, the photographer told him to kiss me- my world was a full circle of us. The six hundred plus strangers cramped into the four wall Chinese restaurant mostly gone. Our credit card is smashed I had wondered? My organza pure white rental hopefully not too soiled, the number of ties and cummerbunds numbered? My local hairdresser would like her hair pins back…

I was thin, a pretty thin that times two would fit into one of my dress today. I liked my wedding to the point of elopement, the point of joining a monastery, to thoughts of running away with the young handsome local GP (I believe his mother was the protective receptionist).

I hate people and they were like ants at my wedding, less than a handful were my friends. I had one of those smiles which emulated a true politician. When you are in your twenties your tolerance for people is huge, as the years pass on and your spine shrinks to a brittle unbendable state of hard- soft in the most undesired of places! But the past is accepted, I now choose whom to care for without reserve, what is left is ornamental.

Did someone wise say – when you close your eyes, you’re totally alone… or the like.

2018

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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