“How long has she been asleep?” my mother asked. She had come out of her room after a while and found me at the kitchen table with a pot of strong tea. Lin had fallen to her knees in sobs, crumpling the bag to her stomach, and it was the only then that my mother and I helped her too my room where she laid down next to Bao. They grieved together. I could hear them for a while. Eventually the room fell silent.
The bag with Kai’s hand was on the kitchen counter, as though it were a piece of pork shoulder. Continue reading