Dragonwings
by
Laurence Yep
Ever since I can remember, I had wanted to know about the Land of the Golden
Mountains, but my mother had never wanted to talk about it. All I knew was
that a few months before I was born, my father had left our home in the Middle
Kingdom, or China, as the white demons call it, and traveled over the sea
to work in the demon land. There was plenty of money to be made among the
demons, but it was also dangerous. My own grandfather had been lynched about
thirty years before by a mob of white demons almost the moment he had set
foot on their shores.
Mother usually said she was too busy to answer my questions. It was a fact
that she was overworked, for Grandmother was too old to help her with the
heavy work, and she had to try to do both her own work and Father’s
on our small farm. The rice had to be grown from seeds, and the seedlings
transplanted to the paddies, and the paddies tended and harvested. Besides
this, she always had to keep one eye on our very active pig to keep him from
rooting in our small vegetable patch. She also had to watch our three chickens,
who loved to wander away from our farm.
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