I Think Sometimes As An Adult, You

When You Don’t Have Much, Having Less Isn’t So Bad.

I Am Still Learning About Love. I Thought I Understood It--not Just Mother Love, But The Love For One's Parents, For One's Husband, And For One's Laotong. I've Experienced The Other Types Of Love--pity Love, Respectful Love And Gratitude Love. But Looking At Our Secret Fan With Its Messages Written Between Snow Flower And Me Over Many Years, I See That I Didn't Value The Most Important Love--deep-heart Love.

But There Are Certain Books I Would Never Put On A Kindle Because You Want To Be Able To Look At Graphs And Photos Or The Footnotes And Maps. You Can't See That.

Maybe We're All Like That With Our Mothers. They Seem Ordinary Until One Day They're Extraordinary.

I’ve Never Thought Much About Whether I Was Happy Or If I Had Fun As A Child. I Was A So-so Girl Who Lived With A So-so Family In A So-so Village. I Didn’t Know That There Might Be Another Way To Live, And I Didn’t Worry About It Either.