And below the heimongmong, all along the ground, were weeds already spilling out over the edges, running wild in every direction.

Too many good things all seem the same after a while.

And now I also see what part of me is Chinese. It is so obvious. It is my family. It is in our blood.

Then you must teach my daughter this same lesson. How to lose your innocence but not your hope. How to laugh forever.

Fate changes when you change your clothes.

With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more.

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