An-Mei Hsu

Yesterday my daughter said to me, "My marriage is falling apart."

And now all she can do is watch it falling. She lies down on a psychiatrist couch, squeezing tears out about this shame. And, I think, she will lie there until there is nothing more to fall, nothing left to cry about, everything dry.

She cried, "No choice! No choice!" She doesnt know. If she doesnt speak, she is making a choice. If she doesnt try, she can lose her chance forever.

I know this, because I was raised the Chinese way: I was taught to desire nothing, to swallow other peoples misery, to eat my own bitterness.

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