Jing-Mei Woo
inds—dumplings ss, long rice noodles for long life, boiled peanuts for conceiving sons, and of course, many good-luck oranges for a plentiful, s life.
quot; fine food reated ourselves to notice t tuffed mostly ringy squas tted e sparingly, not as if to protest eat anote, he lucky ones.
quot;After filling our stomac it table. My table red . table able tiles her.
quot;Once arted to play, nobody could speak, except to say Pung! or Caking a tile. e o play adding to our after sixteen rounds, , time to celebrate our good fortune. And talk into t until tories about good times in t and good times yet to come.
quot;O good stories! Stories spilling out all over t laugo deater t ran into top of dinner bo ly in pieces t day! And one about a girl ters for toilet to her.
quot;People t o serve banquets every arving, eating rats and, later, t t rats used to feed on. Ot o celebrate ions, unes, and ed, er, daugher. hnnnh! how could we laugh, people asked.
quot;Its not t o despair o o prolong t of a burned do? eleparving dogs running doreets o sit and for our oo choose our own happiness?
quot;So o ies and pretend eac past o us. e alloo t. e feasted, old t stories. And eaco be lucky. t s o call our little parties Joy Luck.quot;
My moto end tory on a e, bragging about t;I imes and eased t I rick of a clever t; s;I ens of t I ricoilet paper made us laugo te even good enougo rub on our bottoms.quot;
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