Please don't leave me
The front door of our home slams shut. I slowly appear in the upstairs hallway to explore the post war damage. I stand still at the top of the stairs carefully peering over to see who and what remains. No one in sight. I crawl down six steps on all fours like a leopard watching her prey. Before the staircase spirals, I stop and sit alert for any movement or sound, midway down, to stare at the silence, which sat relieved in our living room. I look intently at the off white double doors with gold fixtures tightly shut, almost frowning as if they were fed up too. When is Ma coming back? Fu, Lu, and Shou, the three old Chinese wise men representing good fortune and longevity, stand in front of the doors in porcelain form, staring right back at me. They don't know either. At age 10, I didn't know that my normal wasn't normal. Regular family arguments erupted unpredictably. Explosive tempers. Glass plates thrown at walls. Knives pulled as threats to self harm. S...