Summary
The day after my mom remarried, Uncle Song brought something up over dinner.
“That gold in your bank safe-deposit box—is it for Xiaobei?”
“Yes. I’ve been putting it away for her dowry.” Mom placed a piece of fish in my bowl, then another in Song Na’s.
Uncle Song smiled. “Then shouldn’t you put some away for Nana, too? A stepmother is still a mother. You have to treat both girls equally.”
Mom’s chopsticks paused. Then she smiled.
“Let’s eat.”