Jing-Mei Woo
sisters are sending me money?quot; I ask.
quot;No, no,quot; says Auntie Lin ed voice. quot;Every year fancy restaurant. Most times your mot is a little, so you can go ake a train to Sers. Besides, ting too ricoo fat.quot; ss omach for proof.
quot;See my sisters,quot; I say numbly. I am a, trying to imagine lie my aunties old to mask ty. I am crying noime, seeing but not understanding ty to my mother.
quot;You must see your sisters and tell t your mot; says Auntie Ying. quot;But most important, you must tell t kno no;
quot;See my sisters, tell t my mot; I say, nodding. quot; ell t my mot kno;
ties are looking at me as if I before their eyes.
quot;Not kno; cries Auntie An-mei ;;
quot;tell tories of your family ; offers Auntie Lin.
quot;tell tories sold you, lessons saug you kno ; says Auntie Ying. quot;You mot lady.quot;
I ;tell tell t; as eacie frantically tries to t should be passed on.
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quot;iful nature to family.quot;
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quot;Imagine, a daug knowing ;
And t occurs to me. tened. In me, ters, just as ignorant, just as unmindful of all trut to America. ters mean to ters, t to t;joy luckquot; is not a does not exist. ters ing ion to generation.
quot;I ell t; I say simply, and ties look at me ful faces.
quot;I ell t; I say more firmly. And gradually, one by one, t my ill look troubled, as if somet