The yearning to reconnect led me back to my childhood memories. In those memories, the hand-sewn quilts my grandmother made always brought me warmth and a sense of care. Last year, I hand-stitched a quilt of my own, attempting to capture the craftsmanship my grandmother once embodied. Through the material and the act of making,…

As an immigrant, the question of my identity is a constant in my life. Late at night, when the world falls silent, I lie in bed, drifting: What if I were not 14,000 kilometres away but back home? What if my path led me to become someone else entirely? Yet, despite possibilities, my choices have…