Belonging

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
March 2018

By Tristan Hui

We dig holes,

In the grainy sand

I dig mine, like a dog, the dog I wish I’d had then,

When we ran across the sand,

laughter surrounds us.

A small sand crab scuttles

over my foot

Daddy holds me

Just over the waves

The water tickles my feet and I squeal

As he picks me up and the wave crashes down on where I was before

he bear hugs me tight

this is where I belong.

Tristan Hui Belonging

Tristan Hui, 11
Menlo Park, CA

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