But I will win and give her my spirit, because this is the way a mother loves her daughter. -Ying Ying

I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.

Seeing her this last time, I threw myself on her body. And she opened her eyes slowly. I was not scared. I knew she could see me and what she had finally done. So i shut her eyes with my fingers and told her with my heart: I cah see the truth, too. I am strong, too.

Chaos is the penance for leisure.

Language is the tool of my trade -and I use them all - all the Englishes I grew up with

Yet some of my friends tell me they understand 50 percent of what my mother says. Some say they understand 80 to 90 percent. Some say they understand none of it, as if she were speaking pure Chinese. But to me, my mother's English is perfectly clear, perfectly natural. It's my mother tongue. Her language, as I hear it, is vivid, direct, full of observation and imagery. That was the language that helped shape the way I saw things, expressed things, made sense of the world

If she doesn't speak, she is making a choice. If she doesn't try, she can lose her chance forever. -An-mei