116 Image-Content of the Day 2018/06/19 of-by https://blog.patrickwey.com/category/image-content-of-the-day
I look out everyday at the same people from my small market space here on spadina. I have no choice. I miss my home, my village, my people, my dreams. They said it would be better here. I only remember the feelings of being where i belonged; i don’t feel that here. I walk my chinese down these streets, work all day and sleep restless nights. I do my best to pray my way and to help where i can but my eyes are drained, my love is routine, my praise is weak; the world is gray. I see my children’s children look out onto these same streets and see something, something not quite right. They feel it in their soul, their hearts will break; my love must be strong, carry on, do what i can.
They said it would be better here; i suppose it is….circa – 80’s
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