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6 years, 9 months ago

I had to go with Father into the mountains topic/grief

“Mother,” she said, as she jumped on the trampoline. “Mother, I didn’t want to leave you, but I had to go with Father into the mountains. Mother, you told me to take care of my brother and I let him fight and he lost his legs. Mother, I let you down. Mother, you said you wanted to die in my arms an…

—p.72 n+1 Issue 28: Half-Life Why Were They Throwing Bricks? (57) by Jenny Zhang
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6 years, 9 months ago

she was just an old woman, raised in the country

All of her was laid bare now — I saw her. She was just an old woman, raised in the country without education, who’d been told as a girl that women had been put on this earth to give birth and rear children and not be a burden in any way but to live as servants lived, productively, without fatigue o…

—p.69 Why Were They Throwing Bricks? (57) by Jenny Zhang
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six cents a dumpling

My brother cried on the weekends when my grandmother went to work at a factory where she folded dumplings for five cents apiece. Most of the other workers could do only fifty an hour, and when the owner noticed my grandmother typically clocked in at a hundred and was teaching her trade secrets to t…

—p.63 Why Were They Throwing Bricks? (57) by Jenny Zhang
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6 years, 9 months ago

six cents a dumpling

My brother cried on the weekends when my grandmother went to work at a factory where she folded dumplings for five cents apiece. Most of the other workers could do only fifty an hour, and when the owner noticed my grandmother typically clocked in at a hundred and was teaching her trade secrets to t…

—p.63 Why Were They Throwing Bricks? (57) by Jenny Zhang
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pathetic puberty struck like a flash of lightning

MY GRANDMOTHER CAME BACK two years later. I was in middle school, and my pathetic puberty struck like a flash of lightning in the middle of the night — I suddenly saw all my surroundings for what they were: hideous and threatening. I had no friends, social life, interests, talents, breasts, straigh…

—p.60 Why Were They Throwing Bricks? (57) by Jenny Zhang