Chapter 1: The Soil Under the Persimmon Tree
Part 1 I had just moved back to my childhood home in Monterey Park, California, following a bitter divorce, bringing along my late parents’ 14-year-old [more…]
Part 1 I had just moved back to my childhood home in Monterey Park, California, following a bitter divorce, bringing along my late parents’ 14-year-old [more…]
Frank Gable’s grin stretched, tight and mocking, as he watched my eyes scan the faded document in my hands. It was dated 2008, a single [more…]
The sun had long set, casting the neighborhood in an inky blackness. I sat on the living room floor, the old steel tackle box nestled [more…]
I woke to the jarring silence of no running water. My first thought was a city repair, but the quiet hum of the neighbor’s sprinklers [more…]
Auntie Yu-Chen arrived unannounced two days later. She stood on my porch, a small, worn suitcase in one hand and a plastic bag filled with [more…]
Auntie Yu-Chen wrung her handkerchief, her gaze fixed on a faded family photo on the mantelpiece—a picture of a smiling Mei-Ling holding a young Maya. [more…]
The silence in the kitchen was thick with the weight of Yu-Chen’s revelation. My mother, a thief. My father, a martyr. It was almost too [more…]
The revelation about Mei-Ling and Frank, the scope of their shared cruelty, left me reeling. But as I stared at the contents of the tackle [more…]
The next evening, I went out to buy more bottled water. The gas station convenience store was brightly lit, a stark contrast to the growing [more…]
Armed with Auntie Yu-Chen’s audio recording, a copy of Dao-Ming’s ledger, and the stack of checks, I knew exactly what I needed to do next. [more…]