n you in my memory or in my . I never gave up   to tell you everyt my life since I last sa to tell you to see you in C; t hers name.

    It  until all t t told me about my sisters, tter te back.

    quot;t; I murmured. And I ers noen or eleven, jumping up and doed t ther was dead.

    quot; coming in a letter?quot; said Auntie Lindo. quot;S be to tell t; And I t s.

    But tarted dreaming, too, of my moters and  o be found, I  ers at t. tanding on tiptoes, looking anxiously, scanning from one dark o anot off tantly, tical worried look.

    quot;Jyejye, Jyejye. Sister, Sister. e are ; I saw myself saying in my poor version of Chinese.

    quot;; till smiling, to stand be a bit, to tease a little and make peoples patience pull a little on ts. I ers s hiding.

    quot;O must be Mama, no?quot; one of my sisters ing to anotely engulfed in a tos. And t, too, ains of gifts, food, and toys for c on sale—ss er turning to sers, quot;Calvin Klein, 100% ;

    I imagined myself starting to say, quot;Sisters, I am sorry, I ; and before I could tell t in my face—ted in pain, as tting back on the plane and coming home.

    After I imes—curn from o anger—I begged Auntie Lindo to e anotter. And at first she refused.

    quot; e t; said Auntie Lindo ubborn look.

    quot;But its cruel to ; I said. quot;s just me, te me.quot;

    quot;e you? Cannot be.quot; S;You are ter, t;

    quot;You dont understand,quot; I protested.

    quot; I dont understand?quot