January 2011
11 posts
‘Get back to the piano now,’ I ordered.
‘You can’t make me.’
‘Oh yes, I can.’
Back at the piano, Lulu made me pay. She punched, thrashed and kicked. She grabbed the music score and tore it to shreds. I taped the score back together and encased it in a plastic shield so that it could never be destroyed again.
- “Why Chinese Mothers are...
