Xie Xie China

The curtain is pulled back. Outside the green lights line the Pearl River. The dinner cruise ferry and its neon purple gazebo, its flashy neon sides, floats across the river a parody of flash and pretend luxury floating on the polluted river. Music from the riverside speakers floats to the room as a nondescript tune. Lila and Breeda watch a movie on HBO and I check to see if everything is packed. Tomorrow Lila goes home. We leave China a country of dichotomies, opposing elements juxtaposed side by side: our daughters' homeland for which we will forever be grateful. From which we received a gift.

Xie Xie China. Thank you.