I have a writer's memory, which makes everything worse than maybe it actually was.

Hardships can harden even the best person.

I saw what I had been fighting for: It was for me, a scared child, who had run away a long time ago to what I had imagined was a safer place. And hiding in this place, behind my invisible barriers, I knew what lay on the other side: Her side attacks. Her secret weapons. Her uncanny ability to find my weakest spots. But in the brief instant that I had peered over the barriers I could finally see what was finally there: an old woman, a wok for her armor, a knitting needle for her sword, getting a little crabby as she waited patiently for her daughter to invite her in.

Yet part of me also thinks the whole idea makes perfect sense. The three of us, leaving our differences behind, stepping on the plane together, sitting side by side, lifting off, moving West to reach the East.

Chance is the first step you take, luck is what comes afterward.

But she never looked back with regret. There were so many ways for things to get better. -Jing-mei

When you lose your face..., it is like dropping your necklace down a well. The only way you can get it back is to fall in after it.