Taking a bus was not wise but their only choice. This meant they had to walk a great distance in the rain. Tenderhearted Mei found it challenging to lead her adolescent son, who easily caught cold. Confused and shocked, the boy broke the silence. “Wasn’t it dad’s car coming to pick up us? Why didn’t he stop?” The purity and innocence of his voice, from which she drew comfort in one way and heartache in another, made her imagine a handful of broken glass crushing in her hand.