My mother left me a suitcase of sweaters she knitted in mohair, wool, acrylic in blends of burnished ochre bright carmine, sombre blue, sea green. I see her now in …
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To see my mother slip away— like witnessing time being reassembled, the missing hands being reattached, the frozen hours and minutes retrieved from the crumbled heap, put back in their …
Chapter One (1923) Wah Lum, my father, was born in 1908, the same year the Qing emperor, Xuan Tong, came to the throne. Being the only boy in the family, …