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FROM THE TIME I WAS A SMALL CHILD, I WAS ATTACHED TO LAO LAO. I LOVED HER DARK AND SHINY HAIR, HER FAIR, SMOOTH SKIN, AND THE dimples on her cheeks that deepened as she smiled. And she smelled like the jasmine flowers in our garden.
Lao Lao was in her mid-forties when I came into her life. Mama had been assigned to teach at a high school far away and could not come home during the week to take care of me. Baba was a screenwriter for an army movie studio, and he, too, had to travel frequently for his job. Lao Lao became my surrogate mother. As soon as I was able to walk, I turned into her shadow, following her everywhere.