Old Dragon stopped his scooter at the end of the aisle and lifted his tremblin’ hand to Mei’s in order to offer it to me. Even though his body and mind were frail most days, his dark eyes were keen and bright on mine as he whispered in Cantonese, “No one is more deserving of my precious gift than you. Take care of each other well.” I thanked him with a small bow over his hand and then pulled Mei’s warm fingers into my own to lead her the last few steps to the weddin’ altar.
