and you will be loved
Close your eyes and we can float away,
All alone through this crowded place.
mo ghile mear
Monday, December 28, 2009 | 10:27 PM | 0 comments
It was an old tradition. Only the most dutiful of daughters would put her own flesh in a soup to save her mother's life. My mother did this with her whole heart even though my grandmother had disowned her. This is how a daughter honors her mother. The pain of the flesh is nothing. The pain you must forget. This is the most important sacrifice a daughter can make for her mother.

-An Mei Hsu, The Joy Luck Club

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