Mah Jong, anyone? Sometimes it is hard to look at old photographs, to see how young everyone is, and to feel the old memories. But sometimes it is necessary to look back before we can move forward. And so, I am glancing back cautiously, afraid of what I will feel. Perhaps someday, I will learn to write like Amy Tan and unburden myself in a book of musings and family secrets.
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