Jing-Mei’s trip to China is initially to fulfill her mother’s wishes of going home, but it is essentially a personal attempt to connect with her Chinese heritage. Her initial thought of China was that it was going to be a poor and corrupted country — assumptions she collected from her mother’s stories. However, China was not what she had anticipated. “We are caught in a stream of people rushing, and shoving, pushing us along, until we find ourselves in one of a dozen lines waiting to go through customs. I feel as if I were getting on a number 30 Stockton bus in San Francisco. I am in China, I remind myself. And somehow the crowds don’t bother me.” (183). Tan gives the reader a glimpse of Chinese culture and society, which is far different from the American stereotypes of China. The similarities between modern China and the city of San Francisco gave Jing-Mei a feeling of home and comfort. “The minute our train leaves the Hong Kong border and enters Shenzen, China, I feel different. I can feel the skin on my forehead tingling, my blood rushing through a new course, my bones aching with a familiar old pain. And I think, My mother was right. I am becoming Chinese.” (179) For the first time in her life, she felt a sense of connection to her family and heritage. At this moment, Jing-Mei begins the process of self-discovery as an Asian-American
Jing-Mei’s trip to China is initially to fulfill her mother’s wishes of going home, but it is essentially a personal attempt to connect with her Chinese heritage. Her initial thought of China was that it was going to be a poor and corrupted country — assumptions she collected from her mother’s stories. However, China was not what she had anticipated. “We are caught in a stream of people rushing, and shoving, pushing us along, until we find ourselves in one of a dozen lines waiting to go through customs. I feel as if I were getting on a number 30 Stockton bus in San Francisco. I am in China, I remind myself. And somehow the crowds don’t bother me.” (183). Tan gives the reader a glimpse of Chinese culture and society, which is far different from the American stereotypes of China. The similarities between modern China and the city of San Francisco gave Jing-Mei a feeling of home and comfort. “The minute our train leaves the Hong Kong border and enters Shenzen, China, I feel different. I can feel the skin on my forehead tingling, my blood rushing through a new course, my bones aching with a familiar old pain. And I think, My mother was right. I am becoming Chinese.” (179) For the first time in her life, she felt a sense of connection to her family and heritage. At this moment, Jing-Mei begins the process of self-discovery as an Asian-American