I once sacrificed my life to keep my parents' promiise. This means nothing to you, because to you promises mean nothing... But later, she will forget her promise. She will forget she had a grandmother.

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?

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.

I was intelligent enough to make up my own mind. I not only had freedom of choice, I had freedom of expression.

And then it occurs to me. They are frightened. In me, they see their own daughters, just as ignorant, just as unmindful of all the truths and hopes they have brought to America. They see daughters who grow impatient when their mothers talk in Chinese, who think they are stupid when they explain things in fractured English. They see that joy and luck do not mean the same to their daughters, that to these closed American-born minds "joy luck" is not a word, it does not exist. They see daughters who will bear grandchildren born without any connecting hope passed from generation to generation.

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

Only you pick that crab. Nobody else take it. I already know this. Everyone else want best quality. You thinking different.