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Other People Teach Us How To Live – Vicky Giap

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Every now and then when I’m doing something I pause and remember. “Hey, I learned this from ___.” As though everything I’ve ever known, the way I’m doing the things I do now, it’s all because I learned it from someone. I always start my article edits with a note of praise, because that’s how J edited my writing. I wipe my chopsticks with lime peels after squeezing it into my soup, because that’s how L did it. I write my D’s with a large swoop because that’s how B taught me to do it in second grade. I flick the water off my body like a windshield after a shower, because K said it got 70% water off. I sign my emails using “With Sincerity” because that’s how S did once, and I liked it so much I never looked back. And when I hug people, I always hold them for longer and harder than they hold me because that’s how T hugged us, and T gave the best hugs. We are a mosaic of all the people who have been in our lives. We are alive, but it is other people who teach us how to live. Thỉnh thoảng kh

Every now and then when I’m doing something I pause and remember. “Hey, I learned this from ___.” As though everything I’ve ever known, the way I’m doing the things I do now, it’s all because I learned it from someone. I always start my article edits with a note of praise, because that’s how J edited my writing. I wipe my chopsticks with lime peels after squeezing it into my soup, because that’s how L did it. I write my D’s with a large swoop because that’s how B taught me to do it in second grade. I flick the water off my body like a windshield after a shower, because K said it got 70% water

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