sisters are sending me money?quot; I ask.

    quot;No, no,quot; says Auntie Lin ed voice. quot;Every year  fancy restaurant. Most times your mot is  a little, so you can go ake a train to Sers. Besides, ting too ricoo fat.quot; ss omach for proof.

    quot;See my sisters,quot; I say numbly. I am a, trying to imagine  lie my aunties old to mask ty. I am crying noime, seeing but not understanding ty to my mother.

    quot;You must see your sisters and tell t your mot; says Auntie Ying. quot;But most important, you must tell t  kno no;

    quot;See my sisters, tell t my mot; I say, nodding. quot; ell t my mot kno;

    ties are looking at me as if I  before their eyes.

    quot;Not kno; cries Auntie An-mei ;;

    quot;tell tories of your family ; offers Auntie Lin.

    quot;tell tories sold you, lessons saug you kno  ; says Auntie Ying. quot;You mot lady.quot;

    I ;tell tell t; as eacie frantically tries to t should be passed on.

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    quot;Imagine, a daug knowing ;

    And t occurs to me. tened. In me, ters, just as ignorant, just as unmindful of all trut to America. ters   mean to ters, t to t;joy luckquot; is not a  does not exist. ters ing ion to generation.

    quot;I ell t; I say simply, and ties look at me ful faces.

    quot;I  ell t; I say more firmly. And gradually, one by one, t my ill look troubled, as if somet