Cheng Huizi tells a heartfelt story of the love between mother and daughter in a society that often values sons more highly
Afraid of missing the bus, I set an alarm for 6:30, but when I woke up, it was not yet 6. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and lay in the dark, listening to my mother shuffling across the kitchen floor in her slippers. The next things I heard were the sound of water boiling in a pot and my mother whisking eggs with chopsticks. After I got up, she watched me slurp up the eggs poached in brown sugar syrup.
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