I fell in love with the minister's son the winter I turned fourteen. He was not Chinese, but as white as Mary in the manger. For Christmas I prayed for this blond-haired boy, Robert, and a slim new American nose.When I found out that my parents had invited the minister's family over for Christmas Eve dinner, I cried.
Dark and cold... Christmas Eve... The smoke of the food goes by... Shabby Christmas tree |
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