An-Mei hsu

    Yesterday my daugo me, quot;My marriage is falling apart.quot;

    And no coucears out about til to fall, not to cry about, everything dry.

    S;No c; S knory, she can lose her chance forever.

    I knoaugo desire noto so eat my oterness.

    And even tauger te, still s t is because so me and so my motairs, one step after anot all going the same way.

    I knoo be quiet, to listen and c to c o listen, ill  y years ago.

    My motranger to me  my uncles  seen  I knew sher, because I could feel her pain.

    quot;Do not look at t ; . quot;So tream. ral spirit is lost forever. t decayed flested to t;

    And I are at my mot look evil. I ed to touc looked like mine.

    It is true, srange foreign clot s speak back urn to tientsin, wo a rich man.

    me? tion I could not ask. I was a ccen.

    t before so leave, s o protect me from a danger I could not see. I o bring old me a story.

    quot;An-mei,quot; s;tle turtle t lives in t; I nodded. tyard and I often poked a stick in till er to make turtle s from underneathe rocks.

    quot;I also kne turtle ;I used to sit by tco ting ttle beak. urtle.quot;

    I could see t turtle in my mind and I knehe same one.

    quot;turtle feeds on our ts,quot; said my mot;I learned t s, or run, or sit on to catcs. I could not cry if I ed. I o be silent and listen to my elders. And if I did not do t off my o a place w nuns lived.

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