“I’m not wasting any time. I’m creating something.”
“What? Another stupid picture, isn’t it? Does it feed you? Does it help you fi nd a man? Does it make you feel any younger? Let me remind you, you’ll be soon thirty. Thirty! And yet, you have nothing. Nothing!”
“So what?”
“Look at Mei, she has a husband, perfect; she has two sons, perfect, perfect. What do you have?”
I had nothing to say. But I knew that father never talked to Mei. As far as he was concerned Mei was no longer his Mei, Mei was Bing’s Mei.