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ISSUE 15 | SPRING 2013<br />
I didn’t know how to respond, but the willow limbs bristled at a passing<br />
breeze and the cicadas clucked, annoyed that the wind had, for a moment,<br />
stolen the stage.<br />
“Li-Ming will be okay too,” she said. She spoke from a place she didn’t<br />
quite trust, but her words were there, nonetheless, puffs of smoke rising from<br />
a valley floor. This smoke, these words, hovered above us before being<br />
stamped out by the sound of revived cicada chorus. The drone rose,<br />
encouraging me to speak. What am I supposed to say?<br />
“Baba,” Lao K said, her eyes still fixed on the sky.<br />
“That’s my name,” I said.<br />
“She’s really going,” she said. She didn’t yet know the word for ‘die.’ Or to<br />
‘leave this world’, or any other idiomatic saying we used to mask the sting of<br />
death. For her, there were only a few assortments of verbs: ‘to go,’ ‘to be,’<br />
‘to eat,’ ‘to study,’ ‘to make.’ Her lesson books hadn’t mentioned death<br />
yet—why would they?<br />
“Si,” I said, correcting her. “She’s really going to ‘si.’ Like the number<br />
‘four,’ but in the falling-rising tone.”<br />
死. To die. That body struggling beneath a flat, black surface, arm stretching<br />
upward. No one above reaching below, no one capable of saving that which<br />
was already lost.<br />
“I will never say that word, Ba,” Lao K said. “I like ‘to go’ better. It means<br />
there can be a return.”<br />
I sighed, placed my hand on my American daughter’s wide shoulder but this<br />
gesture didn’t have the resonance I’d hoped so I dropped my hand.<br />
“Where I live, there’s a wide beach without any houses, no people,” she said.<br />
“When I was a kid we’d go there at night to count the stars. Have you ever<br />
seen a star that falls?” I realized she meant a shooting star: liu xing.<br />
“Never in the city,” I said. “Only when I was a child in the countryside.”<br />
“That makes sense,” she said. “You need to be paying attention in order to<br />
see falling stars and no one is ever paying enough attention in the city.”<br />
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