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never touched any of the girls inappropriately, but there was an<br />
uncomfortable closeness when he spoke to them; then again, perhaps parents<br />
are always protective of the bonds they share with their children, worried<br />
about a potential displacement by another adult.<br />
“Your daughter will do fine,” Mr. Peng said. “As we speak...” He nodded to<br />
the door to the women’s locker room which was slapping open, Chenxi<br />
marching with Lili on one side and Lao K on the other, all three of them<br />
arms locked. The girls strode in unison as if their appearance was to be timed<br />
with music and applause. Lao K, despite the fact she wasn’t diving, wore a<br />
red bathing suit that clung snugly to her tall, shapely body. Atop her chest<br />
swung Li-Ming’s camera enshrouded in some kind of plastic encasing. She<br />
had the air of proud motherhood, an affect I assumed she inherited from Li-<br />
Ming. Chenxi and Lili donned matching Beijing Youth Diving League suits<br />
in navy blue with angled white stripes. Their bodies paled in comparison<br />
with Lao K’s womanly frame. They were all bone, hips protruding, knees<br />
knocking, reminding anyone who looked at them of the awkward, selfconscious<br />
experience of adolescence. Chenxi didn’t seem to mind we were<br />
here to watch her, that despite our smiles, our proud faces, we were worried.<br />
What was it that worried us? We couldn’t explain to Chenxi that despite her<br />
eagerness to climb to the board’s highest rung, we’d once believed we were<br />
capable of equally impressive goals. How we’d once hoped for so much in<br />
our bodies, our ability to overcome heights, water, platforms, but how we<br />
could not overcome every difficulty. That this was what it meant to grow<br />
up—zhang da, 长大—despite the obvious fact that at a certain point we have<br />
grown as big, as tall, as we will ever be and yet we don’t really know any<br />
more than we did before.<br />
My bony, calloused toes still absently flexed and stretched. Li-Ming’s wide<br />
feet stopped fanning the water and, for a moment, fear flooded my body<br />
from my ankles to my throat—I worried I’d lost her altogether until I saw<br />
her arm lift, watched her hand waving persistently at our daughters.<br />
“Ba!...Ma!” Chenxi waved back as Lili scanned the stands for her own<br />
parents. Upon finding their prideful faces—her father, a professor of<br />
economics at Beijing Normal, with his signature eyeglasses and bowtie; her<br />
mother, a tall, thin bookkeeper at my danwei with long, straight hair and<br />
patient eyes—they smiled, nodded knowingly. Lili was the more stoic child.<br />
I didn’t dare inform Chenxi she wasn’t anything like her fearlessly<br />
independent friend. That we can never fully surpass the failures of our<br />
forbearers.<br />
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