Every monsoon, my classroom’s back wall stains with water, ruining the little ones' drawings. It reminds me of watching the race last Sunday, my mother shaking her head at the television—the hope at the start, the quiet sigh by lap 40. But we always prepare the fresh paper again, ngan sa ioh, just like you all will wear the red next weekend.
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