Oh H-Mart and childhood memories…this was a moving memoir about family bonds, obligations, and love.
“Every time she . . . pressed her hand between my shoulder blades to keep me from slouching or rubbed her fingers on my forehead to ward off wrinkles, it felt like a hot iron puckering against my skin.”
“I assumed the seven years I’d lived away from home had healed the wounds between us, that the strain built up in my teenage years had been forgotten.”
“ . . . a couple of nocturnal teens bonded together by a deep, inexplicable loneliness and AOL instant messenger.”
“Every single report card I ever received was stored away in a manila envelope.”
“ . . . putting me to sleep with ‘jajang jajang’ . . .”