Being Chinese

Has the World changed that much?  When I was thirteen years old, I worked in a produce store on weekends and made $5.00 a day.  That was good money then and I wasn’t the only one out there doing that.  Lots of us Chinese kids had jobs and we were lucky because it wasn’t that difficult to find because most of us had relatives working in places and they always needed extra help.  What was the worst part about it were the Winters, especially in Vancouver.  Gosh, it would either be raining or it was bitter cold with snow.  I didn’t like being out there shivering wrapping cold celery in a newspaper for a customer. I could never understand why anyone would venture out just to buy a few vegetables but they did.  I don’t even remember wearing gloves then but I will never forget anxiously waiting for lunch because sure enough, the Chinese are all great chefs and those lunches and dinners were really something especially when you could smell the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen in the back.  I couldn’t get there fast enough after I heard my Aunt say, “Come.  It’s time to eat.”


About valerieleeworks

Author of The Jade Rubies and A Long Way to Death Row, from many years of candid interviews with Charles Chi-tat Ng
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