| Quote #7
And after seeing my mother’s disappointed face once again, something inside of me began to die. I hated the tests, the raised hopes and the failed expectations. (II.4.17)
For Jing-mei, hopes can only fail so many times before it simply becomes too much.
| Quote #8
I think about this. My mother’s long-cherished wish. Me, the younger sister who was supposed to be the essence of the others. I feed myself with the old grief, wondering how disappointed my mother must have been. (IV.4.95)
Jing-mei was the embodiment of her mother’s hope.