generations

Generations

My mother called last week to tell me that my grandmother is dying. She has refused an operation that would delay, but not prevent, her death from cancer. She can't eat, she has been bleeding, and her skin is a deep yellow color. \am different. I'm yellow.\

My grandmother was born in Russia to a large and prosperous Jewish (犹太人的) family. But the prosperity didn't last. She tells stories of attacks by other Russians when she was twelve. Soon after that, her family moved to Canada, where she met my grandfa