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The Girl from Ho Chi Minh City

The Girl from Ho Chi Minh City

By Maritess Concepcion

Even from behind I knew she was beautiful. Shiny black hair half-way down her back, multiple layers, wonderfully curled at an angle, so it would fall in spirals. I couldn't wait to touch it.

Then there was her dress. A floral print in bright spring colors, mostly red and black, but with the sheen only Thai silk can claim.

Although attuned to the music, which was blaring loud, her singing was soft and her dancing, which I appreciated. Just a rhythmic motion that revealed little yet promised more.

Virgin Hairways

Virgin Hairways

By Maritess Concepcion

Sobbing quietly yet uncontrollably, I sat alone in first class on a Virgin flight to Sweden, pondering my present situation and reviewing how I’d reached this point in life.

It was not that I was unhappy. In fact, I looked forward to the upcoming operation with great anticipation. After all, it had taken me 29 years to conclude that it was what I really wanted, and the realization had been a relief.

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