Of each of the mothers...
If one of them were mine....I'd want An-Mei.
There's such a wisdom in that woman.
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves.
Agree, I also found it sad how of all the Chinese mums, she wanted a Westernised daughter and got the most 'Chinese' one (no offence to Chinese, but you know what I mean).
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Yes I know what you mean, but she addressed that idea in the garden shed.
"I tell you the story because I was raised the Chinese way. I was taught to desire nothing, to swallow other people's misery, and to eat my own bitterness. And even though I taught my daughter the opposite, still she came out the same way. Maybe it is because she was born to me and she was born a girl, and I was born to my mother and I was born a girl, all of us like stairs, one step after another, going up, going down, but always going the same way. No, this cannot be, this not knowing what you're worth, this not begin with you. My mother not know her worth until too late - too late for her, but not for me. Now we will see if not too late for you, hmm?"
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