Because the only way to resist, our husbands had taught us, was by not resisting.

One must not get too attached to the things of this world. AS.

They learned that some people are born luckier than others and that things in this world do not always go as you plan. STILL.

We didn’t know. We didn’t want to know. We never asked. All we wanted to do, now that we were back in the world, was forget.

And if anyone asks, you’re Chinese. The boy had nodded. “Chinese,” he whispered. “I’m Chinese.” “And I,” said the girl, “am the Queen of Spain.” “In your dreams,” said the boy. “In my dreams,” said the girl, “I’m the King.

Or maybe, it’s just gone. Sometimes things disappear and there’s no getting them back. That’s just how it is.

Women are weak, but mothers are strong.

„Niekas nelaimi karo.Visi pralaimi

There was a man of the cloth—Reverend Shibata of the First Baptist Church—who left urging everyone to forgive and forget. There was a man in a shiny brown suit—fry cook Kanda of Yabu Noodle—who left urging Reverend Shibata to give it a rest.

We forgot about Buddha. We forgot about God. We developed a coldness inside us that still has not thawed. I fear my soul has died. We stopped writing home to our mothers. We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.?