The Streets Still Call My Name

My father always told me, "Do not let the tears escape, this is a weak record." Back then, I was 8 years old. The boys played video games with them, but the girls were sleeping, but I was staying home surrounded by four walls for just pleasure. This is all my brothers and sisters, I have to drown questions about my parents' quarrels, unpaid invoices, mortgages, cumulative debt, and last week's father's disappearance.

My mother gave me the name of the street where we lived. Waverly Place John, the official name of my important US document. But my family called me Mei Mei, "Little Sister". I am the youngest and only daughter. Every morning before school my mother was twisting my black hair until I made two strongly twisted braids. One day I had an embarrassing idea when she tried to weave a hard tooth comb on my disobedient hair. One of the Chinese parishion wore Santa Claus costume and hard paper beard and glued them with cotton ball. I think that the only child who thinks that he is genuine is too young to know that Santa is not Chinese. When it was my turn, Santa asked me how old it was. I think that this is a difficult problem; according to American ceremony, I am 7 years old and Chinese calendar is 8 years old. I was born on March 17, 1951. This seems to satisfy him. Then he solemnly asked whether I was

In my school, Agnes' mother taught me how to calculate the alphabet and it in French. Many of the streets around our house are named after the dead French heroes and Catholic saints. Ye Ye and Nana were often difficult to remember them, as these street names became very complicated when translated into Chinese. The logo of the bilingual store is common, but the most unique store is drawn only in French. Nana tells us this is a way for foreigners to declare that except for maids who are responsible for white children, the Chinese are not allowed.

One of my secret wishes is to be able to name the streets of the parcels. So I made fantasies, skipped fragmentation, and made the whole village. My street was named for famous streets such as Easy Street, Lovers Lane, Primrose Pass, Yellow Brick Road, Mulberry Street and Baker Street. I had a wonderful time, my family will pitch until I get the name of every street! In the last week of the month, I cleaned the house for the arrival of my two grand prixes, and I found many of my collections of poetry. It took at least 1 hour to extend and take some time to read and enjoy some. There is no special sharing, but the authors range from Frost to Shelley et al. My local poet group accepted my invitation to resume the monthly meeting from September. We met at 11 am, shared our poetry, then everyone else brought sandwiches and drinks, I made a dessert every month.