Chan

Mom always braided my hair so tautly that it carved a distinct path atop my head. But one day, she cut off the carefully braided hair. As I took my first steps forward alone, my stride faltered. Along the path on my head, I touched our unbreakable inner attachment, and the journey of female growth we were both unprepared to face.

Runner-up for Best Animated Short Film at the 60th Golden Horse Awards.

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