Credits: Dong Huan Tony Li
For most of my childhood It was my grandmother who raised me. With her own hands Morning to night. Stranger to best friends. But at some point I grew up and left. She grew old and stayed. When it happened she didn’t resent me. When it happened she just let me go. Today I am guilty of having forgotten such an important person. Guilty that I only remembered when “something happens.” When it could have been too late. Spending most of my adolescence chasing my dream. Leaving my family chasing Losing them behind. This is what I need to do right now. This is the family I need to come back to. This time as their son, grandson, big brother, nephew. This time, in person, thought, and presence.
Dong Huan Tony Li,
Cornell University B.F.A. Class of 2019