Even just thinking about this one word choice was a strain. But my mind already fanned out, rolled up and turned into a fi r cone spinning like a washing machine. There I must comb my thoughts with my memories, once and for all.
Between Mei and father, should I have helped Mei or not, or should I be reasonable and sensible like father? But love had no reason and no logic. I helped Mei because I loved Mei and because I could. I didn’t know why. I didn’t even think about it. Maybe because Mei was a lovable woman who was in need? Or maybe because I was a woman whose vulnerability and sentiments couldn’t refuse the like of another woman?