But I know it was her, only her.
All of the debts caused by father and the early tuition fees were mostly paid off by the hard work of Mei’s hands, hands that should have been holding books and pencils instead of washing feet.
How could I deceive myself with her old and new hard times? How could I let Mei alone suff er after everything she had done for us all? How was it possible that an individual sacrifice was of stupidity, as a cruelty against the love of humanity?