A tale of Old Shanghai, fluid identities, and the unreliability of memory
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My grandmother made a wish on her eightieth birthday. She wanted to go to Shanghai, and she wanted me to come with her. I was already on my summer break, and I’ve always liked reading novels about Old Shanghai, so I jumped at the chance to help her make her birthday wish come true. I had heard from my mother that my grandmother had never really traveled. In the 1960s and ’70s, she had stewed at home for years on end, not even crossing the threshold, unless someone dragged her out.
“She’s had a hard life, your grandmother. Treat her well.” My mother had repeated this to me since I was a child. She said it again before the trip, too, and handed me 1,000 yuan in cash. She told me to take care not to lose it. After I bought the train tickets, the rest of the money would be enough to cover our expenses. I promised to look after the money. “Look after your grandmother,” she added. “Make conversation with her on the way there. You were always her favorite.”
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