An-Mei hsu

    old me my mot. t mean my mot o talk about. So I kneed me to forget my moto remember not I kneall stairs. ties family tle brother.

    But I often ories of a g o take crong-tle girls imes Popo said aloud to all  of tupid goose, t nobody ed, not even good enougo crack over rice porridge. S ts  steal us ao Popo we were also very precious.

    All my life, Popo scared me. I became even more scared ten o errible stink and tell me stories. quot;An-mei,quot; s;Listen carefully.quot; Sold me stories I could not understand.

    One  a greedy girl ter. ter refusing to say er melon.

    quot;If you are greedy, w is inside you is w makes you always ; said Popo.

    Anotime, Popo told me about a girl en to o refuse ies simple request t a little we ball fell from  poured all h.

    quot;Your os are so busy s everyts pus,quot; Popo told me.

    Rigalked to me about my mot;Never say ; s;to say o spit on your fat;

    ting t o be so still on tless eyes follo tcc. So sometimes,  sc a book t see my face.

    I felt our  my little brot seem to tyard, c. Inside t ies best feating village friends.

    But even my brot aside cyard. Just as it passed our gate, ture of toppled from its stand and fell to ty ground. An old lady screamed and fainted. My brotie slapped him.

    My auntie, old  for ancestors or family, just like our motie ongue like ing silk clotie said our motless s taking ture from o my fat bringing en pairs of silver cicks,  paying