r ty-seven. But s, se, eetories of Co myself.

    Noo me: quot;Jandale.quot; So big already. S me, at my full , and to ic bag—s to us, I —as if s so me, no I am so old and big. And turns me around. A man and ies are s;A; t son and anding next to ttle girl roductions go by so fast, all I kno one of ter, tle girl is Lili, Aiyis great-granddaughter.

    Aiyi and my fat from t t of tonese of tand only Mandarin but cant speak it t rained in Mandarin, exc people from top only occasionally to talk to t of us, sometimes in Cantonese, sometimes in English.

    quot;O is as I suspected,quot; says my faturning to me. quot; summer.quot; And I already understood t dont knoions and translators had run amok.

    quot;; I say to ttle girl. quot;My name is Jing-mei.quot; But ttle girl squirms to look ao laug. I try to tonese o uff I learned from friends in Co all I can terms for bodily functions, and s p;tastes good,quot; quot;tastes like garbage,quot; and quot;s; And tely jumps for , and flasootake ture sanding next to me, jumping and giggling every few seconds as sche greenish film.

    By time o tel, Lili is igo my hand, pulling me along.

    In taxi, Aiyi talks nonstop, so I o ask  t sights we are passing by.

    quot;You e and said you ; says Aiyi to my fatated tone. quot;One day! oiso call us welep;

    My  races a little. I ie Lindo told my sisters el in Shanghai?

    Aiyi continues to scold my fat;I  turned rying to t o take toiso Guangz you rigart.quot;