Pham Thi Anh Sang
She deflated. "I guess," Anh Sang said sulkingly, starting to shuffle back into motion. "It's still a bit weird to me, though. I mean, dessert things are special. You just have them at the end of a meal and it's like 'yay! My stomach has presents now!'" It was the happiest time of a meal, in other words. She had to wonder what other people's lives were like, that they weren't like that. Maybe they just had salty things to fill the void?
When they got to the cafeteria doors, Anh Sang pushed on through and peered inside, lulled by the smell of delicious baked things. "Wait, so what are these other things that people like anyways?"
She deflated. "I guess," Anh Sang said sulkingly, starting to shuffle back into motion. "It's still a bit weird to me, though. I mean, dessert things are special. You just have them at the end of a meal and it's like 'yay! My stomach has presents now!'" It was the happiest time of a meal, in other words. She had to wonder what other people's lives were like, that they weren't like that. Maybe they just had salty things to fill the void?
When they got to the cafeteria doors, Anh Sang pushed on through and peered inside, lulled by the smell of delicious baked things. "Wait, so what are these other things that people like anyways?"