Xie xie

“My hands grip the underside of the chair as if I am trying to eject myself out of this situation. I usually think in English with interjections of Mandarin, but in this moment all I’m registering is noise: the all-encompassing chatter of patrons punctuated with howling laughter; the percussion of chopsticks on china; the click of the dim sum trolleys as they’re wheeled around like silver tuk-tuks navigating traffic overseas.”

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