names. To Aunt Baba she said, "I have no more time When gone, please look after our little friend here. She will never know her mother. My mother died two weeks after my birth. She was only thirty years old and I have no idea what she looked like. I have never seen her photograph. After my mother's death, Aunt Baba gave up her job at the Women's Bank and stayed in Tianjin to look after us. She did everything our mother had done, worrying about our meals clothing, schooling and health. Her own chances of marriage and a family slowly disappeared. Father, on the other hand, was now expected to marry again very soon. He was just thirty and headed his own successful company. He had worked hard and now he decided to please himself