Phoebe Ga-Yi Chan: Formosa is Portuguese for “Beautiful”
I can still taste the candied strawberries on my tongue. Sometimes, I wake up expecting to see a boxy, white air conditioning unit above me, rather than my bedroom ceiling. I expect to open my window and be looking down sixteen stories from the apartment complex my grandparents live in, the view of the street below obscured by the muggy, humid, summertime air. I can still hear the sound of mopeds going by, leaving the smell of asphalt and exhaust in their wake as they head to the morning…