Grandma asks me to find the cloth bagin the drawer beneath the sewing tableI pull out all the thread as wellone spool rolls under the bedshe sets out two changes of clothesthen goes to look for her sandals
Dad brings an extra quiltsays it's often cold on the busAunt Ngà brings a box of cakesUncle Đạt carries oranges overMum has brought a bath toweleveryone says it hardly weighs a thing
There's one space left herethat's where I'm keeping my hand
The neighbour presses a bag of guavas on usHòa brings a parcel of teasix people stand around the cloth bagI'm still holding its mouth openI count again from the beginningGrandma's still out in the yard
My hands stretch the bottom of the bagoranges roll into a sleeveas soon as the quilt is pushed downthe bath towel pops upI sit right on the heap of cloththe spool digs into my ankle
Someone says take out some cakesthe person who brought them is right theresomeone says Auntie has guavas at homethe person who picked them rubs both handsI lower my head and bite the threadit breaks between my teeth
There's one space left herethat's where I'm keeping my hand
Uncle Đạt sets the new suitcaseacross the room's doorwaythe price tag still hangs from its handleI look at the two piles of clothesthe warranty card is still tuckedunder the plastic around the handle
Grandma comes back and tries lifting the bagthen sets it at my feetthe tea is right at the bottomshe bends over and keeps pullingI lift the quilt to help hertwo oranges roll into the next room
