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The Paper Menagerie - by Ken Lui
The Paper Menagerie - by Ken Lui
Daddescribedit:Momwassittinginachair,hersidetothecamera,wearinga
tightgreensilkcheongsam.Herheadwasturnedtothecamerasothatherlongblackhairwasdrapedartfully
Oneofmyearliestmemoriesstartswithmesobbing.IrefusedtobesoothednomatterwhatMomandDad
overherchestandshoulder.Shelookedoutathimwiththeeyesofacalmchild.
tried.
"ThatwasthelastpageofthecatalogIsaw,"hesaid.
Dadgaveupandleftthebedroom,butMomtookmeintothekitchenandsatmedownatthebreakfasttable.
Thecatalogsaidshewaseighteen,lovedtodance,andspokegoodEnglishbecauseshewasfromHongKong.
"Kan,kan,"shesaid,asshepulledasheetofwrappingpaperfromontopofthefridge.Foryears,Mom
Noneofthesefactsturnedouttobetrue.
carefullyslicedopenthewrappingsaroundChristmasgiftsandsavedthemontopofthefridgeinathickstack.
Hewrotetoher,andthecompanypassedtheirmessagesbackandforth.Finally,heflewtoHongKongtomeet
Shesetthepaperdown,plainsidefacingup,andbegantofoldit.Istoppedcryingandwatchedher,curious.
her.
Sheturnedthepaperoverandfoldeditagain.Shepleated,packed,tucked,rolled,andtwisteduntilthepaper
"Thepeopleatthecompanyhadbeenwritingherresponses.Shedidn'tknowanyEnglishotherthan'hello'and
disappearedbetweenhercuppedhands.Thensheliftedthefolded-uppaperpackettohermouthandblewinto
'goodbye.'"
it,likeaballoon.
Whatkindofwomanputsherselfintoacatalogsothatshecanbebought?ThehighschoolmethoughtIknew
"Kan,"shesaid."L
aohu."Sheputherhandsdownonthetableandletgo.
somuchabouteverything.Contemptfeltgood,likewine.
Alittlepapertigerstoodonthetable,thesizeoftwofistsplacedtogether.Theskinofthetigerwasthepattern
Insteadofstormingintotheofficetodemandhismoneyback,hepaidawaitressatthehotelrestaurantto
onthewrappingpaper,whitebackgroundwithredcandycanesandgreenChristmastrees.
translateforthem.
IreachedouttoMom'screation.Itstailtwitched,anditpouncedplayfullyatmyfinger."R
awrr-sa,"itgrowled,
"Shewouldlookatme,hereyeshalfwaybetweenscaredandhopeful,whileIspoke.Andwhenthegirlbegan
thesoundsomewherebetweenacatandrustlingnewspapers.
translatingwhatIsaid,she'dstarttosmileslowly."
Ilaughed,startled,andstrokeditsbackwithanindexfinger.Thepapertigervibratedundermyfinger,
HeflewbacktoConnecticutandbegantoapplyforthepapersforhertocometohim.Iwasbornayearlater,
purring.
intheYearoftheTiger.
"Zhej iaozhezhi,"Momsaid.T
hisiscalledorigami.
Atmyrequest,Momalsomadeagoat,adeer,andawaterbuffalooutofwrappingpaper.Theywouldrun
aroundthelivingroomwhileLaohuchasedafterthem,growling.Whenhecaughtthemhewouldpressdown
Ididn'tknowthisatthetime,butMom'skindwasspecial.Shebreathedintothemsothattheysharedher
untiltheairwentoutofthemandtheybecamejustflat,folded-uppiecesofpaper.Iwouldthenhavetoblow
breath,andthusmovedwithherlife.Thiswashermagic.
intothemtore-inflatethemsotheycouldrunaroundsomemore.
DadhadpickedMomoutofacatalog.
Sometimes,theanimalsgotintotrouble.Once,thewaterbuffalojumpedintoadishofsoysauceonthetableat
Onetime,whenIwasinhighschool,IaskedDadaboutthedetails.HewastryingtogetmetospeaktoMom dinner.(Hewantedtowallow,likearealwaterbuffalo.)Ipickedhimoutquicklybutthecapillaryactionhad
again. alreadypulledthedarkliquidhighupintohislegs.Thesauce-softenedlegswouldnotholdhimup,andhe
collapsedontothetable.Idriedhimoutinthesun,buthislegsbecamecrookedafterthat,andheranaround
Hehadsignedupfortheintroductionservicebackinthespringof1973.Flippingthroughthepagessteadily, withalimp.Momeventuallywrappedhislegsinsaranwrapsothathecouldwallowtohisheart'scontent(just
hehadspentnomorethanafewsecondsoneachpageuntilhesawthepictureofMom. notinsoysauce).
Also,LaohulikedtopounceatsparrowswhenheandIplayedinthebackyard.Butonetime,acorneredbird Momcameintothediningroomthen.Shesmiledatthewomen.Thethreeofthemstoodinatrianglearound
struckbackindesperationandtorehisear.HewhimperedandwincedasIheldhimandMompatchedhisear me,smilingandnoddingateachother,withnothingtosay,untilDadcameback.
togetherwithtape.Heavoidedbirdsafterthat.
Mark,oneoftheneighborhoodboys,cameoverwithhisStarWarsactionfigures.Obi-WanKenobi'slightsaber
Andthenoneday,IsawaTVdocumentaryaboutsharksandaskedMomforoneofmyown.Shemadethe litupandhecouldswinghisarmsandsay,inatinnyvoice,"UsetheForce!"Ididn'tthinkthefigurelooked
shark,butheflappedaboutonthetableunhappily.Ifilledthesinkwithwater,andputhimin.Heswam muchliketherealObi-Wanatall.
aroundandaroundhappily.However,afterawhilehebecamesoggyandtranslucent,andslowlysanktothe
bottom,thefoldscomingundone.Ireachedintorescuehim,andallIendedupwithwasawetpieceofpaper. Together,wewatchedhimrepeatthisperformancefivetimesonthecoffeetable."Canhedoanythingelse?"I
asked.
Laohuputhisfrontpawstogetherattheedgeofthesinkandrestedhisheadonthem.Earsdrooping,hemade
alowgrowlinhisthroatthatmademefeelguilty. Markwasannoyedbymyquestion."Lookatallthedetails,"hesaid.
Mommadeanewsharkforme,thistimeoutoftinfoil.Thesharklivedhappilyinalargegoldfishbowl.Laohu Ilookedatthedetails.Iwasn'tsurewhatIwassupposedtosay.
andIlikedtositnexttothebowltowatchthetinfoilsharkchasingthegoldfish,Laohustickinghisfaceup
Markwasdisappointedbymyresponse."Showmeyourtoys."
againstthebowlontheothersidesothatIsawhiseyes,magnifiedtothesizeofcoffeecups,staringatmefrom
acrossthebowl. Ididn'thaveanytoysexceptmypapermenagerie.IbroughtLaohuoutfrommybedroom.Bythenhewasvery
worn,patchedalloverwithtapeandglue,evidenceoftheyearsofrepairsMomandIhaddoneonhim.Hewas
WhenIwasten,wemovedtoanewhouseacrosstown.Twoofthewomenneighborscamebytowelcomeus.
nolongerasnimbleandsure-footedasbefore.Isathimdownonthecoffeetable.Icouldheartheskittering
Dadservedthemdrinksandthenapologizedforhavingtorunofftotheutilitycompanytostraightenoutthe
stepsoftheotheranimalsbehindinthehallway,timidlypeekingintothelivingroom.
priorowner'sbills."Makeyourselvesathome.Mywifedoesn'tspeakmuchEnglish,sodon'tthinkshe'sbeing
rudefornottalkingtoyou." "Xiaol aohu,"Isaid,andstopped.IswitchedtoEnglish."ThisisTiger."Cautiously,Laohustrodeupand
purredatMark,sniffinghishands.
WhileIreadinthediningroom,Momunpackedinthekitchen.Theneighborsconversedinthelivingroom,
nottryingtobeparticularlyquiet. MarkexaminedtheChristmas-wrappatternofLaohu'sskin."Thatdoesn'tlooklikeatigeratall.YourMom
makestoysforyoufromtrash?"
"Heseemslikeanormalenoughman.Whydidhedothat?"
IhadneverthoughtofLaohuast rash.Butlookingathimnow,hewasreallyjustapieceofwrappingpaper.
"Somethingaboutthemixingneverseemsright.Thechildlooksunfinished.Slantyeyes,whiteface.Alittle
monster." MarkpushedObi-Wan'sheadagain.Thelightsaberflashed;hemovedhisarmsupanddown."UsetheForce!"
"Doyouthinkh
ecanspeakEnglish?" Laohuturnedandpounced,knockingtheplasticfigureoffthetable.Ithitthefloorandbroke,andObi-Wan's
headrolledunderthecouch."R
awwww,"Laohulaughed.Ijoinedhim.
Thewomenhushed.Afterawhiletheycameintothediningroom.
Markpunchedme,hard."Thiswasveryexpensive!Youcan'tevenfinditinthestoresnow.Itprobablycost
"Hellothere!What'syourname?"
morethanwhatyourdadpaidforyourmom!"
"Jack,"Isaid.
Istumbledandfelltothefloor.LaohugrowledandleaptatMark'sface.
"Thatdoesn'tsoundveryChinesey."
Markscreamed,moreoutoffearandsurprisethanpain.Laohuwasonlymadeofpaper,afterall.
MarkgrabbedLaohuandhissnarlwaschokedoffasMarkcrumpledhiminhishandandtorehiminhalf.He "SpeakEnglishtohim,"DadsaidtoMom."Youknewthiswasgoingtohappensomeday.Whatdidyou
balledupthetwopiecesofpaperandthrewthematme."Here'syourstupidcheapChinesegarbage." expect?"
AfterMarkleft,Ispentalongtimetrying,withoutsuccess,totapetogetherthepieces,smoothoutthepaper, Momdroppedherhandstoherside.Shesat,lookingfromDadtome,andbacktoDadagain.Shetriedto
andfollowthecreasestorefoldLaohu.Slowly,theotheranimalscameintothelivingroomandgathered speak,stopped,andtriedagain,andstoppedagain.
aroundus,meandthetornwrappingpaperthatusedtobeLaohu.
"Youhaveto,"Dadsaid."I'vebeentooeasyonyou.Jackneedstofitin."
MyfightwithMarkdidn'tendthere.Markwaspopularatschool.Ineverwanttothinkagainaboutthetwo
weeksthatfollowed. Momlookedathim."IfIsay'love,'Ifeelhere."Shepointedtoherlips."IfIsay'a
i,'Ifeelhere."Sheputher
handoverherheart.
IcamehomethatFridayattheendofthetwoweeks."X
uexiaoh
aoma?"Momasked.Isaidnothingandwent
tothebathroom.Ilookedintothemirror.I looknothinglikeher,nothing. Dadshookhishead."YouareinAmerica."
AtdinnerIaskedDad,"DoIhaveachinkface?" Momhuncheddowninherseat,lookinglikethewaterbuffalowhenLaohuusedtopounceonhimandsqueeze
theairoflifeoutofhim.
Dadputdownhischopsticks.EventhoughIhadnevertoldhimwhathappenedinschool,heseemedto
understand.Heclosedhiseyesandrubbedthebridgeofhisnose."No,youdon't." "AndIwantsomerealtoys."
MomlookedatDad,notunderstanding.Shelookedbackatme."S
haj iaochink?" DadboughtmeafullsetofStarWarsactionfigures.IgavetheObi-WanKenobitoMark.
"English,"Isaid."SpeakEnglish." Ipackedthepapermenagerieinalargeshoeboxandputitunderthebed.
Shetried."Whathappen?" Thenextmorning,theanimalshadescapedandtookovertheiroldfavoritespotsinmyroom.Icaughtthemall
andputthembackintotheshoebox,tapingthelidshut.ButtheanimalsmadesomuchnoiseintheboxthatI
Ipushedthechopsticksandthebowlbeforemeaway:stir-friedgreenpepperswithfive-spicebeef."Weshould finallyshoveditintothecorneroftheatticasfarawayfrommyroomaspossible.
eatAmericanfood."
IfMomspoketomeinChinese,Irefusedtoanswerher.Afterawhile,shetriedtousemoreEnglish.Buther
Dadtriedtoreason."AlotoffamiliescookChinesesometimes." accentandbrokensentencesembarrassedme.Itriedtocorrecther.Eventually,shestoppedspeaking
altogetherifIwerearound.
"Wearenototherfamilies."Ilookedathim.O
therfamiliesdon'thavemomswhodon'tbelong.
Mombegantomimethingsifsheneededtoletmeknowsomething.Shetriedtohugmethewayshesaw
Helookedaway.AndthenheputahandonMom'sshoulder."I'llgetyouacookbook." AmericanmothersdidonTV.Ithoughthermovementsexaggerated,uncertain,ridiculous,graceless.Shesaw
thatIwasannoyed,andstopped.
Momturnedtome."B
uhaochi?"
"Youshouldn'ttreatyourmotherthatway,"Dadsaid.Buthecouldn'tlookmeintheeyesashesaidit.Deepin
"English,"Isaid,raisingmyvoice."SpeakEnglish."
hisheart,hemusthaverealizedthatitwasamistaketohavetriedtotakeaChinesepeasantgirlandexpecther
Momreachedouttotouchmyforehead,feelingformytemperature."F
ashaol a?" tofitinthesuburbsofConnecticut.
Ibrushedherhandaway."I'mfine.SpeakEnglish!"Iwasshouting. MomlearnedtocookAmericanstyle.IplayedvideogamesandstudiedFrench.
Everyonceinawhile,Iwouldseeheratthekitchentablestudyingtheplainsideofasheetofwrappingpaper. "Jack,if—"shewascaughtupinafitofcoughing,andcouldnotspeakforsometime."IfIdon'tmakeit,don't
Lateranewpaperanimalwouldappearonmynightstandandtrytocuddleuptome.Icaughtthem,squeezed betoosadandhurtyourhealth.Focusonyourlife.Justkeepthatboxyouhaveintheatticwithyou,andevery
themuntiltheairwentoutofthem,andthenstuffedthemawayintheboxintheattic. year,atQ
ingming,justtakeitoutandthinkaboutme.I'llbewithyoualways."
MomfinallystoppedmakingtheanimalswhenIwasinhighschool.BythenherEnglishwasmuchbetter,butI QingmingwastheChineseFestivalfortheDead.WhenIwasveryyoung,Momusedtowritealetteron
wasalreadyatthatagewhenIwasn'tinterestedinwhatshehadtosaywhateverlanguagesheused. QingmingtoherdeadparentsbackinChina,tellingthemthegoodnewsaboutthepastyearofherlifein
America.Shewouldreadtheletteroutloudtome,andifImadeacommentaboutsomething,shewouldwrite
Sometimes,whenIcamehomeandsawhertinybodybusilymovingaboutinthekitchen,singingasongin itdowninthelettertoo.Thenshewouldfoldtheletterintoapapercrane,andreleaseit,facingwest.Wewould
Chinesetoherself,itwashardformetobelievethatshegavebirthtome.Wehadnothingincommon.She thenwatch,asthecraneflappeditscrispwingsonitslongjourneywest,towardsthePacific,towardsChina,
mightaswellbefromthemoon.Iwouldhurryontomyroom,whereIcouldcontinuemyall-Americanpursuit towardsthegravesofMom'sfamily.
ofhappiness.
IthadbeenmanyyearssinceIlastdidthatwithher.
DadandIstood,oneoneachsideofMom,lyingonthehospitalbed.Shewasnotyetevenforty,butshelooked
mucholder. "Idon'tknowanythingabouttheChinesecalendar,"Isaid."Justrest,Mom."
Foryearsshehadrefusedtogotothedoctorforthepaininsideherthatshesaidwasnobigdeal.Bythetime "Justkeeptheboxwithyouandopenitonceinawhile.Justopen—"shebegantocoughagain.
anambulancefinallycarriedherin,thecancerhadspreadfarbeyondthelimitsofsurgery.
"It'sokay,Mom."Istrokedherarmawkwardly.
Mymindwasnotintheroom.Itwasthemiddleoftheon-campusrecruitingseason,andIwasfocusedon
resumes,transcripts,andstrategicallyconstructedinterviewschedules.Ischemedabouthowtolietothe "Haizi,mamaaini—"Hercoughtookoveragain.Animagefromyearsagoflashedintomymemory:Mom
corporaterecruitersmosteffectivelysothatthey'lloffertobuyme.Iunderstoodintellectuallythatitwas sayinga
iandthenputtingherhandoverherheart.
terribletothinkaboutthiswhileyourmotherlaydying.Butthatunderstandingdidn'tmeanIcouldchange
"Alright,Mom.Stoptalking."
howIfelt.
Dadcameback,andIsaidthatIneededtogettotheairportearlybecauseIdidn'twanttomissmyflight.
Shewasconscious.Dadheldherlefthandwithbothofhisown.Heleaneddowntokissherforehead.He
seemedweakandoldinawaythatstartledme.IrealizedthatIknewalmostaslittleaboutDadasIdidabout ShediedwhenmyplanewassomewhereoverNevada.
Mom.
DadagedrapidlyafterMomdied.Thehousewastoobigforhimandhadtobesold.MygirlfriendSusanandI
Momsmiledathim."I'mfine." wenttohelphimpackandcleantheplace.
Sheturnedtome,stillsmiling."Iknowyouhavetogobacktoschool."Hervoicewasveryweakanditwas Susanfoundtheshoeboxintheattic.Thepapermenagerie,hiddenintheuninsulateddarknessoftheatticfor
difficulttohearheroverthehumofthemachineshookeduptoher."Go.Don'tworryaboutme.Thisisnota solong,hadbecomebrittleandthebrightwrappingpaperpatternshadfaded.
bigdeal.Justdowellinschool."
"I'veneverseenorigamilikethis,"Susansaid."YourMomwasanamazingartist."
Ireachedouttotouchherhand,becauseIthoughtthatwaswhatIwassupposedtodo.Iwasrelieved.Iwas
alreadythinkingabouttheflightback,andthebrightCaliforniasunshine. Thepaperanimalsdidnotmove.PerhapswhatevermagichadanimatedthemstoppedwhenMomdied.Or
perhapsIhadonlyimaginedthatthesepaperconstructionswereoncealive.Thememoryofchildrencouldnot
ShewhisperedsomethingtoDad.Henoddedandlefttheroom. betrusted.
ItwasthefirstweekendinApril,twoyearsafterMom'sdeath.Susanwasoutoftownononeofherendless
tripsasamanagementconsultantandIwashome,lazilyflippingthroughtheTVchannels.
Son,
Ipausedatadocumentaryaboutsharks.SuddenlyIsaw,inmymind,Mom'shands,astheyfoldedand
refoldedtinfoiltomakeasharkforme,whileLaohuandIwatched. Wehaven'ttalkedinalongtime.YouaresoangrywhenItrytotouchyouthatI'mafraid.AndIthinkmaybe
thispainIfeelallthetimenowissomethingserious.
Arustle.Ilookedupandsawthataballofwrappingpaperandtorntapewasonthefloornexttothebookshelf.
Iwalkedovertopickitupforthetrash. SoIdecidedtowritetoyou.I'mgoingtowriteinthepaperanimalsImadeforyouthatyouusedtolikeso
much.
Theballofpapershifted,unfurleditself,andIsawthatitwasLaohu,whoIhadn'tthoughtaboutinaverylong
time."R
awrr-sa."MommusthaveputhimbacktogetherafterIhadgivenup. TheanimalswillstopmovingwhenIstopbreathing.ButifIwritetoyouwithallmyheart,I'llleavealittle
ofmyselfbehindonthispaper,inthesewords.Then,ifyouthinkofmeonQingming,whenthespiritsofthe
HewassmallerthanIremembered.Ormaybeitwasjustthatbackthenmyfistsweresmaller. departedareallowedtovisittheirfamilies,you'llmakethepartsofmyselfIleavebehindcomealivetoo.The
creaturesImadeforyouwillagainleapandrunandpounce,andmaybeyou'llgettoseethesewordsthen.
Susanhadputthepaperanimalsaroundourapartmentasdecoration.SheprobablyleftLaohuinapretty
hiddencornerbecausehelookedsoshabby. BecauseIhavetowritewithallmyheart,IneedtowritetoyouinChinese.
Isatdownonthefloor,andreachedoutafinger.Laohu'stailtwitched,andhepouncedplayfully.Ilaughed, AllthistimeIstillhaven'ttoldyouthestoryofmylife.Whenyouwerelittle,IalwaysthoughtI'dtellyouthe
strokinghisback.Laohupurredundermyhand. storywhenyouwereolder,soyoucouldunderstand.Butsomehowthatchancenevercameup.
"How'veyoubeen,oldbuddy?" Iwasbornin1957,inSiguluVillage,HebeiProvince.Yourgrandparentswerebothfromverypoorpeasant
familieswithfewrelatives.OnlyafewyearsafterIwasborn,t heGreatFaminesstruckChina,duringwhich
Laohustoppedplaying.Hegotup,jumpedwithfelinegraceintomylap,andproceededtounfoldhimself.
thirtymillionpeopledied.ThefirstmemoryIhavewaswakinguptoseemymothereatingdirtsothatshe
Inmylapwasasquareofcreasedwrappingpaper,theplainsideup.ItwasfilledwithdenseChinese couldfillherbellyandleavethelastbitofflourforme.
characters.IhadneverlearnedtoreadChinese,butIknewthecharactersfors on,andtheywereatthetop,
Thingsgotbetterafterthat.Siguluisfamousforitszhezhip
apercraft,andmymothertaughtmehowto
whereyou'dexpecttheminaletteraddressedtoyou,writteninMom'sawkward,childishhandwriting.
makepaperanimalsandgivethemlife.Thiswaspracticalmagicinthelifeofthevillage.Wemadepaper
IwenttothecomputertochecktheInternet.TodaywasQ
ingming. birdstochasegrasshoppersawayfromthefields,andpapertigerstokeepawaythemice.ForChineseNew
YearmyfriendsandImaderedpaperdragons.I'llneverforgetthesightofallthoselittledragonszooming
Itooktheletterwithmedowntown,whereIknewtheChinesetourbusesstopped.Istoppedeverytourist, acrosstheskyoverhead,holdingupstringsofexplodingfirecrackerstoscareawayallthebadmemoriesof
asking,"N
inhuiduzhongwenma?"C
anyoureadChinese?Ihadn'tspokenChineseinsolongthatIwasn't thepastyear.Youwouldhavelovedit.
sureiftheyunderstood.
ThencametheCulturalRevolutionin1966.Neighborturnedonneighbor,andbrotheragainstbrother.
Ayoungwomanagreedtohelp.Wesatdownonabenchtogether,andshereadthelettertomealoud.The Someonerememberedthatmymother'sbrother,myuncle,hadleftforHongKongbackin1946,andbecame
languagethatIhadtriedtoforgetforyearscameback,andIfeltthewordssinkingintome,throughmyskin, amerchantthere.HavingarelativeinHongKongmeantwewerespiesandenemiesofthepeople,andwe
throughmybones,untiltheysqueezedtightaroundmyheart. hadtobestruggledagainstineveryway.Yourpoorgrandmother—shecouldn'ttaketheabuseandthrew
herselfdownawell.Thensomeboyswithhuntingmusketsdraggedyourgrandfatherawayonedayintothe
woods,andhenevercameback.
ThereIwas,aten-year-oldorphan.TheonlyrelativeIhadintheworldwasmyuncleinHongKong.Isnuck asmymotherandme,Icriedforhours.WhenImadethefirstzhezhia
nimalsforyou,andyoulaughed,Ifelt
awayonenightandclimbedontoafreighttraingoingsouth. therewerenoworriesintheworld.
DowninGuangdongProvinceafewdayslater,somemencaughtmestealingfoodfromafield.Whenthey Yougrewupalittle,andnowyoucouldevenhelpyourfatherandItalktoeachother.Iwasreallyathome
heardthatIwastryingtogettoHongKong,theylaughed."It'syourluckyday.Ourtradeistobringgirlsto now.Ifinallyfoundagoodlife.Iwishedmyparentscouldbehere,sothatIcouldcookforthem,andgive
HongKong." themagoodlifetoo.Butmyparentswerenolongeraround.YouknowwhattheChinesethinkisthesaddest
feelingintheworld?It'sforachildtofinallygrowthedesiretotakecareofhisparents,onlytorealizethat
Theyhidmeinthebottomofatruckalongwithothergirls,andsmuggledusacrosstheborder. theywerelonggone.
Weweretakentoabasementandtoldtostandupandlookhealthyandintelligentforthebuyers.Families Son,IknowthatyoudonotlikeyourChineseeyes,whicharemyeyes.Iknowthatyoudonotlikeyour
paidthewarehouseafeeandcamebytolookusoverandselectoneofusto"adopt." Chinesehair,whichismyhair.Butcanyouunderstandhowmuchjoyyourveryexistencebroughttome?
Andcanyouunderstandhowitfeltwhenyoustoppedtalkingtomeandwon'tletmetalktoyouinChinese?I
TheChinfamilypickedmetotakecareoftheirtwoboys.Igotupeverymorningatfourtopreparebreakfast.
feltIwaslosingeverythingalloveragain.
Ifedandbathedtheboys.Ishoppedforfood.Ididthelaundryandsweptthefloors.Ifollowedtheboys
aroundanddidtheirbidding.AtnightIwaslockedintoacupboardinthekitchentosleep.IfIwasslowor Whywon'tyoutalktome,son?Thepainmakesithardtowrite.
didanythingwrongIwasbeaten.IftheboysdidanythingwrongIwasbeaten.IfIwascaughttryingto
learnEnglishIwasbeaten. Theyoungwomanhandedthepaperbacktome.Icouldnotbeartolookintoherface.
"WhydoyouwanttolearnEnglish?"Mr.Chinasked."Youwanttogotothepolice?We'lltellthepolicethat Withoutlookingup,Iaskedforherhelpintracingoutthecharacterfora
ionthepaperbelowMom'sletter.I
youareamainlanderillegallyinHongKong.They'dlovetohaveyouintheirprison." wrotethecharacteragainandagainonthepaper,intertwiningmypenstrokeswithherwords.
SixyearsIlivedlikethis.Oneday,anoldwomanwhosoldfishtomeinthemorningmarketpulledmeaside. Theyoungwomanreachedoutandputahandonmyshoulder.Thenshegotupandleft,leavingmealonewith
mymother.
"Iknowgirlslikeyou.Howoldareyounow,sixteen?Oneday,themanwhoownsyouwillgetdrunk,and
he'lllookatyouandpullyoutohimandyoucan'tstophim.Thewifewillfindout,andthenyouwillthink Followingthecreases,IrefoldedthepaperbackintoLaohu.Icradledhiminthecrookofmyarm,andashe
youreallyhavegonetohell.Youhavetogetoutofthislife.Iknowsomeonewhocanhelp." purred,webeganthewalkhome.
ShetoldmeaboutAmericanmenwhowantedAsianwives.IfIcancook,clean,andtakecareofmy Copyright(c)2011KenLiu,firstpublishedinTHEMAGAZINEOFFANTASY&SCIENCEFICTION,
Americanhusband,he'llgivemeagoodlife.ItwastheonlyhopeIhad.AndthatwashowIgotintothe Mar/Apr.2011.
catalogwithallthoseliesandmetyourfather.Itisnotaveryromanticstory,butitismystory.
InthesuburbsofConnecticut,Iwaslonely.Yourfatherwaskindandgentlewithme,andIwasverygrateful
tohim.Butnooneunderstoodme,andIunderstoodnothing.
Butthenyouwereborn!IwassohappywhenIlookedintoyourfaceandsawshadesofmymother,my
father,andmyself.Ihadlostmyentirefamily,allofSigulu,everythingIeverknewandloved.Butthereyou
were,andyourfacewasproofthattheywerereal.Ihadn'tmadethemup.
NowIhadsomeonetotalkto.Iwouldteachyoumylanguage,andwecouldtogetherremakeasmallpieceof
everythingthatIlovedandlost.Whenyousaidyourfirstwordstome,inChinesethathadthesameaccent