China Girl
Being a young girl from China can be very difficult, especially if you work in your mom’s flower boutique. I didn’t want to leave China, but my parents said that it would be a new and exciting adventure. They said that living in America would open up opportunities for me since I will be going to college in the fall. I want to become a writer. I love to write stories about China and life in China.
“Koki, will you please take out the trash?” That’s my mom. She owns a flower boutique. She makes some really beautiful arrangements, but she’s always making messes.
“Sure, mom, I’ll be right there.” I called back.
As I grabbed the trash, I noticed an empty egg carton sitting on the counter. “Mom, does this go in the trash too?” I asked.
“No, wait! That’s part of my art project.” Yelled my little sister.
“Ok.”
I started for the door when my dad stopped me. “Koki,” he said, “There is a young man outside waiting for you. I told him to go stand by the cedar tree and wait for you. Go speak to him. He might be the one.”
“Alright, dad. I’ll go talk to him.” I replied, rolling my eyes. Dad is always trying to hook me up with random American boys. He says that it would be good for me to marry someone outside of our culture. If arranged marriage was an American custom, my dad would have it arranged in a heartbeat.
I walked outside, down the steps, around the side of the house to the trashcan, tossed the bag. When I turned around, I saw him…. the most amazing guy I have ever seen.
…To Be Continued….
