Written by Cindy Miao from Maryland, USA The sunset filtered through the windows of the diner, painting my grandmother’s face in shades of brightness, each stroke easing away the lines of age on her face. “ Two miles to the market, 孩子 . Two miles on foot! You had to haggle with the merchant there- imagine: 10 yuan for one 葱油饼 . ” My mother, who sat across the booth, gasped in disbelief. Sunlight also flooded her features, adding a defiant glint to her eyes. “ 10 yuan? That’
