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

I hated the tests the raised hopes and failed expectations.

Secrets are kept from children, a lid on top of the soup kettle, so they do not boil over with too much truth.

I think I've always been somebody, since the deaths of my father and brother, who was afraid to hope. So, I was more prepared for failure and for rejection than for success.

My mother had a look on her face that I'll never forget. It was one of complete despair and horror, for losing Bing, for being so foolish as to think she could use faith to change fate.

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

I didn't fear failure. I expected failure.