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294. The children all hauled a lumbering beast behind them

The children all hauled a lumbering beast behind them, a hundred feet tall, its arms and legs the size of tree trunks. On top of the beasts a small forest grew, with lush pines and green meadows, a safe haven to retreat at night, to eat and rest for another day’s march along the barren plains.

I had often asked them why they journeyed the globe this way. How they had tamed the beasts and why they were only led by children, not by adults – the sight of whom I had yet to experience in this strange land. But they never spoke a word. All they did was walk into the big nowhere.

Not until my fifth week did I notice a change in the pattern. I saw one of the older girls of the troupe  climbing from her beast, kissing it goodbye and then wandering off into the night. I tried running after her but the beast blocked my path until the darkness had swallowed her.

The following day the beast that had lost it’s child, decided to stay behind, broken-hearted, yet somehow contented. As if it had fulfilled its destiny and was now able to lead a life alone.

We never encountered the runaway girl again, though a few days later a new beast joined the troupe. It was led by a child so young it could barely walk. But she kept up with us and when night fell, like the other children, she climbed up her animal, ate some berries and fell sound asleep.

She had her mother’s eyes, this child.

And when she was old enough, she too would be allowed to stand on her own feet, find her own path and burst from her fragile cocoon to blossom into a magnificent, caring beast.

 

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240. Monday

Monday.

They are fighting. The sound of their voices bursts through the dining room ceiling, into our bedroom. Gilly asks me if it will stop. I promise her it will.

 

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122. I feel lemon

“I feel lemon,” Suzy said.

The other kids had bullied her for wearing a sweatshirt of a pink elephant. Not for the first time.

“It’s okay,” the teacher said. “We all feel lemon sometimes.”

“You too, miss?”

“Me too, Suzy.”

“When do you feel lemon?”

 

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95. The difference in appearance was so striking

The difference in appearance was so striking that Zhi-yi had always assumed she wasn’t blood-related to her siblings. She had wanted to ask her parents if she was adopted for a long time but it took her sixteenth birthday to actually bring up the nerve.

“I’m adopted, aren’t I?” she blurted out after the first bite of the cake.

Her parents exchanged glances. They had seen this coming.

“We love you just as much as Han and Jun-Hui,” her dad said.

“I never suggested anything else,” Zhi-yi replied. “But I have none of your DNA?”

Her mom shook her head.

“We should have told you earlier. You have a right to know.”

“Did you know my real parents?”

“That’s  not a straightforward question to answer.”

“Did you ever meet them face-to-face? Do you know where they live?”

“No.”

“What if I wanted to meet them? Could I call an agency? I assume you worked with an agency…”

“Strict anonymity was a condition.”

“So I will never know my real parents?”

We are your real parents,” her mother pleaded, crying.

Zhi-yi realised she had been insensitive. They were her real parents: kind, loving, respectful, warm, supportive. Anything she could wish for. She put the cake to the side and gave them both a big hug. She didn’t cry. In her whole life she never had.

An hour later, when Zhi-yi had gone over to her boyfriend’s house, her parents debated the issue.

“Do you think she’ll keep asking questions?”

“She won’t. They told us this might happen and we followed their manual to the T.”

“But what if she does?”

“Then we’ll return her to the factory. Technology has come a long way in the past fourteen years. Apparently they can safely reboot now.”

 

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91. The Sunday visit to mom

The Sunday visit to mom is always a bit of an ordeal, but today takes the cake. She’s grumpy, annoyed, no fun at all. Looking for trouble it seems. And she finds it the moment she soaks the cookie in an afternoon tea that might as well have been venom.

Apparently she blames me for the divorce, now three years ago. I should have noticed dad was philandering. I neglected to warn her about it. If I had he wouldn’t have been able to siphon off most of their savings before abandoning her.

I try to steer the conversation to something more cheery, her upcoming birthday. It doesn’t work. She rants, sobs, weeps, swallows her words, then starts ranting again. The cuckoo religious overtones in her tirade are new this time. Me and my sister have jokingly discussed about dumping her in the loony bin before. Suddenly I’m thinking that might not be such an outlandish prospect after all.

I had vowed not to get sucked into her rants any more but I can’t help it. I am brutally honest with her and tell her that her anger will leave her lonely and isolated. She’s alienated most of her friends and family already and, at this pace, she’ll lose both me and my sis as well. I say lots of stuff I wish I could take back. I purposely hurt her. Then she does the same to me. When the dust has settled we watch TV for an hour without saying a word.

As I head home again mom hugs me for what seems like minutes.

“I’ll see you next Sunday?” she asks.

I nod.

She’s insufferable. But she is my mom.

 

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73. The toddler says ‘Dafydd’

The toddler says ‘Dafydd’. It’s the third word he has ever uttered, after the inevitable ‘mom’ and ‘dad’.

Dafydd is moved by this. He is a proud godfather and tries to visit his sister’s son as often as he can.  And this is the cherry on the cake.

 

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36. A woolly mammoth appeared on the pink chair

A woolly mammoth appeared on the pink chair at the opposite side of the table.

“Hi there, my name is Marcie. What’s yours?” the little girl asked.

“I’m just a figment of your imagination,” the mammoth replied.

“Can I call you Wilbur?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, Wilbur. I’m gonna make you some tea.”

 

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