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ISSUE 15 | SPRING 2013<br />
wife who smiled calmly back: what had they discussed in my absence?<br />
Women: would we ever know?<br />
“Tell me what you see under there,” Li-Ming said.<br />
Chenxi reached the end of the platform. She turned to face the back wall,<br />
calves flexing, heels descending and raising, twitching slightly with each<br />
slow, cautious pump. 7.5 meters. Lili. Inward somersaults. I thought of Li-<br />
Ming’s insistent desire for our daughter to be the best at everything. What<br />
did it mean? Was the best just better than what we’d been? Was the best<br />
what we didn’t have the heart, the stamina, the strength, the inheritance, to<br />
achieve? Weren’t we fooling ourselves in believing she was capable of this?<br />
Now my daughter was standing at the edge of a board the height of a twostory<br />
building and she was breathing the breath that would keep her body<br />
buoyant underwater and Lao K was inhaling deeply, plunging that honeyed<br />
hair beneath the surface of the pool. They inhaled together, speaking that<br />
language I never understood. My hands raised instinctively, about to clap, to<br />
plead with Chenxi to stop, but Li-Ming slapped them to my lap.<br />
Chenxi looked to her feet.<br />
We all held our breath as her toes lost their grip, but then, quickly, her body<br />
folded into itself in one-and-a-half spins and her arms extended above her<br />
head and—her legs passed upright—yes, her legs kept going until flap!—<br />
There was no straight entry.<br />
There were no arms perfectly extended (triceps firm, elbows locked).<br />
No stomach duly pinched against an exquisitely arched back.<br />
No legs lengthened to pointed feet, toes so curled they flicked the water like<br />
a feather.<br />
No, our daughter was not as perfect as Li-Ming imagined. She even betrayed<br />
Mr. Peng’s admiration; he walked sternly to the pool’s edge where Chenxi<br />
was about to surface. Leaning over, he whispered something to her rubbercapped<br />
head, something to which she nodded dutifully. The judges frowned,<br />
holding their placards above their heads in solidarity:<br />
4.5/10 – 4.5/10 – 4.5/10<br />
Our daughter was less than perfect. Much, much less so.<br />
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