“My mother did not want to go to America: this much I knew. I knew it by the way she became distracted and impatient with my sister, by the way she stopped tucking us into bed at night. I knew… — Catherine Chung Copy Share
“My mother did not want to go to America: this much I knew. I knew it by the way she became distracted and impatient with my sister, by the way she stopped tucking us into bed at night. I knew it from watching her feet, which began to shuffle after my father announced the move, as though they threw down… — Catherine Chung Copy Share
“My father told his acquaintances about that for years, even though both Hannah and I had given up on wormholes and the Child Genius… — Catherine Chung Copy Share Image
“Together they flew, in all their bright colors, streaming toward the inevitable cliff: leaping like deer. Their stride broke, almost at the edge. And… — Catherine Chung Copy Share Image
“It was just regular growing up, of course, the kind everyone does - but it still hurt him, I know, like the memory I… — Catherine Chung Copy Share Image
