Obasan

‰ЫПWhere do any of us come from in this cold country? ‰Ы_ We come from the country that plucks its people out like weeds and flings them into the roadside. ‰Ы_ We grow where we are not seen, we flourish where we are not heard, the thick undergrowth of unlikely planting. ‰Ы_ We come from cemeteries full of skeletons with wild roses in their grinning teeth. We come from our untold tales that wait for their telling. We come from Canada, this land that is like every land, filled with the wise, the fearful, the compassionate, the corrupt.‰Ыќ