We wove in and out of the families until we had covered about half of the temple floor.
“There!” Jolie cried out, and jumped off my back, scrambling for them.
“Jolie!” Mr. and Mrs. Lai rushed toward her and embraced her. “We didn’t know where you’d gone. What were you thinking?”
“I was safe,” she said. “Siu-Ling and Ma Wen took good care of me.”
My mother passed me the album she had been holding onto.