Four Treasures of the Sky

by Jenny Tinghui Zhang

Watching you eat fills my stomach, my mother used to tell me. I knew what she meant. When I finally pulled myself out of that memory, I felt full from it.

I do not ask him to love me. All I need is for him to be well. If he must hate me in order to be happy, I will allow it.

Jasper Eng? He was killed by the Hip Yee tong after one of the girls he sold them escaped.

My intentions and my actions were worlds apart. I will always be the girl tearing the grasshopper into pieces.

Outside the store, we place oranges, pears, melons, wine. An offering to Chang’e, the goddess of the moon.