Lauren Whang
- The Perfect Pimple
After dreaming about my ideal self, I realized that I don't need the perfect hair or skin, that I am satisfied with my perseverance and hard work to achieve acceptable grades, that I have valuable friends and family to fulfill my joyous life, and that I need to respect myself the way I am which I now acknowledge it as my perfect pimple.
Lauren Whang
- The Unexpected Unknown
The stinging sound of my mother's slap on Lindo's face echoes in my ear. The next couple of days are quite unforeseen and undesirable after I ruthlessly lie to my mother's face. That night, my heart races incredibly quickly as Lindo calmly rests next to me on my bed. I feel her inquisitive gaze on me waiting for me to react. My heart freezes in an uncomfortable position. The next night, Lindo sheds her simple cotton gown exposing her bare skin.
Lauren Whang
- Thank you, Corona Virus
Thank you, Corona Virus, Thank you for saving us. Despite you taking so many of us and disappearing the chuckling amongst friends. Thank you for arriving, finally, to give our home a break. You have watched us trash it for so long. Thank you, Corona Virus. Thank you for teaching us to respect our home. For giving us the aroma of fresh air, for revealing the green pastures, for teaching us to minimize our greediness. Thank you, Corona Virus. Thank you, Corona Virus for forcing us together.
Lauren Whang
- Life In A Paper Bag
Living in a paper bag forever is difficult to stay elated for a human, a dog, and even for an ant. It is a bleak time for a bright day, which the paper limits the perception of the white celestial clouds and robust green trees. However, lives disappear outside the paper bag from the lingering disease, too. Not only does the paper bag fabricate a barrier between friends, the outside, too, builds a deplorable restriction of teeming people in airports, stadiums, amusement parks, and cities.
Lauren Whang
- Absorbing the Home
The rusty gate yawns open to the long leafy driveway next to the 100-year-old oak tree in the middle of gleaming bold flowers and the rain's fragrance in my jungly backyard. Also, ascending the staircase to the brilliant chlorinated water of the swimming pool with a sizzling patio like the fiery sand of a beach, too, leads to my long cozy dwelling with chipping grey-blue paint on the walls.
