(PART 1) You Have Such Beautiful Hands by Chelsea Fagan There are moments when we look at the one we love, but we cannot really see them. We become overwhelmed by everything that composes them: the quiet moments that have passed between us, the cries of ecstasy, the tears that only we saw. It is as though they are less a person and more an amalgam of everything they have done, everything they mean to you. And when you look at them, across a table or while they’re still asleep, there is so very much there to see. There is a sense that, after a certain point, every shared glance and whispered conversation consists merely of the few tiny droplets that we can gather from the river of meaning that flows between us. There is so much to say, so much to know, and so little time to do it all in. Words become insufficient; physical appearance becomes secondary. That face — the one that is filled with the laugh lines and dimples you feel you have almost carved yourself — is simply the packaging for everything that exists which you cannot describe. And the more that person becomes a construct of your shared life, the more you need to focus on individual things to allow your brain to process the enormous emotional undertaking. To simply look at them and think, “I love this person. They are beautiful.” is both insufficient and impossible. No — you must deconstruct them and pull them into little pieces that you can understand, one at a time. Their hands — the soft, delicate, warm extremities that can at once make me feel so beautiful, so desired, so safe — they are perfect. Their eyes — the way they look at me, that unbearable look that asks of me so many promises I suddenly want to make — they are stunning. Their laugh — that honest, loud, infectious bellow that fills the room, never more so than when a joke is just between the two of us, bringing us to tears alone in bed — it is happiness embodied.

An Incident Happened To Bobby (Part 2) The man rear 3 dogs in the house he's living in along with his wife. 2 of them are outside while a huge fierce one is guarding the back of the house. Mom believed his wife and kids are very much kind and friendly person, definitely has better attitude than this man does. My mom actually recognized this neighbour because one of his dog came over to our house for once by accident. During last year's Chinese New Year, his pet Shih-tzu came over to my house. It happened when my previous pet Shih-tzu named Shadow was still around. That poor little Shih-tzu had horrible haircuts all over it's body as if the man had tortured it. Somehow, we returned it to them as they came to collect the little Shih-tzu. I didn't remember how the incident ended but I do remember how it awkwardly begin. Since that incident, we had an uncomfortable impression towards this neighbour we knew. After all the drama. the man's daughter actually sent Bobby back to us at 5 in the evening just on the same day. I was glaring at the street thinking of Bobby before I started noticing a girl who is strolling around the street, in her arms she is carrying a poodle in black along with a red shirt on it. I was in shocked because the poodle in her arms was identical to my pet poodle, Bobby. Immediately, I asked her to stopped at where she is. She heard me and did stopped right in front of my house. I ran out as fast as I could and anxiously grabbed Bobby back to my arms as she gives in. I cuddled Bobby and kissed him. As worried as I am, I checked him if he was alright or hurt anywhere. My mom heard me rushing out, so she went out too. She talked to the girl and found out that the girl was the man's daughter. The girl looks like 19 year old teenager with curvy body. She was stumbling over her words as she tries to answer at first when my mom questioned her. Eventually, she confessed that she was embarrassed by her father's actions, so she apologized and gave us a short explanation. Mom also adviced her that neighbours should be honest and helpful to one another, not fraudulent. Lastly, we thanked her for her kind actions by returning Bobby to us. Mom reminded her to adviced her father for committing such actions and also in hope such incident will not happen in future. Despite the pain my mom is having around her body, she was willing to walked to the uncle neighbour we came across earlier just to explained to him. I'm thankful for the effort mom poured upon this incident. I love you mom!

An Incident Happened To Bobby (Part 1) Last Friday, a terrible incident happened right before I got home. During the afternoon, Dad wanted to unload stuff from his car, so he opened the gate. My pet poodle, Bobby runs as fast as a lightning as soon as it saw the gate was opened. It was dad's fault for forgetting to lock Bobby into the cage first before opening the gate. As soon as it happens, dad decided not to tell mom about it because he was busy unloading stuffs and he thought that Bobby will be home shortly after running out but unfortunately, Bobby just didn't. After 10-15 minutes, Dad saw Bobby went missing over a neighbour's house which is located down the street. So dad thought that man who lived in that house could have caught Bobby. Dad told mom immediately as he leaved the rest of the work to her because he had to leave for work after completed unloading his stuff. After listening to dad's explanation, mom went to the neighbour's house to ring the door bell but the man stays hidden in the house and didn't seems like he wants to answer the door bell. Mom decided to hid at the bush nearby. A while later, the man came out and took a peek to see if anyone is nearby. Then, he was entering his Alza car, getting ready to leave the house. Immediately, mom went up to him and knocked on his window. He rolled it down. Mom asked, "Sir, have you seen my pet poodle, black in colour who stopped at your door just now?" (cantonese). The man answered in suspicious tone, "Sorry? What dog? I have not seen any dog nearby." (cantonese). He rolled up his window and drove away. My sister and I came home a while later. We heard what had happened from our mom. I was anxious and we did everything we could by checking streets and streets nearby. We also checked with the neighbours if they knew this man and hopefully they can tell us if they ever saw Bobby nearby. Finally, one of our neighbours told mom he knew this man and the family because his daughter introduced the house to be sold to him. The uncle's daughter was the man's colleague. The uncle also told us if our dog was really caught, it might have been shipped to Sungai Way where the man's kids are living. In this house, he lives with his wife while his kids are living in Sungai Way with the mother-in-law. At the man's door, we called and shouted Bobby's name repeatedly to listen if Bobby gave any response because we suspected that it was kept away inside the house by the man. Unfortunately, Bobby gave no response to our voice