t; s look.

    I looked at  inside I rembling. I er melon.

    quot;An-mei, you kno look for fear my  and my brains  of my ears.

    Sopped brus t , I became very still. It o my skin. And to cry, hers voice.

    I able, and I could see my baby brotting on Popos lap, crying eaming dark soup brougo table, voices murmuring politely, quot;C;—Please, eat!

    And talking stopped. My uncle rose from urned to look at tall ood. I he only one who spoke.

    quot;Ma,quot; I  my auntie slapped my face and pusanding up and sing, and I ;An-mei! An-mei!quot; Above this noise, Popos shrill voice spoke.

    quot;? Not an  a numbertake your daugo lift up ;

    Still my moted for me to come. I remember able. Betood t on its  stand—rocking slo t hough everyones anger were pouring all over me.

    terrible t a little c. But it is still in my skins memory. I cried out loud only a little, because soon my fleso burst inside and out and cut off my breathing air.

    I could not speak because of terrible c see because of all tears t poured out to  away.

    Later t nigo me.

    quot;An-mei, listen carefully.quot; one s;An-mei, ton.quot;

    I listened, scared.

    quot;An-mei,quot; sly. quot;Your dying clot fancy, because you are still a c life and you ill o. Your funeral ime for you ;

    And t he burning on my neck.

    quot;Even your motears and left. If you do not get ;

    Popo . I came o find my mother.

    Every nig bot to my bed sat Popo.