A Pair of Tickets by Amy Tan in a different Point of View
My sister and I were sitting and waiting. We were finally going to meet our baby sister. What if she did not like us? What if we did not like her?
We saw our sister when she came off of the plane. Waving towards her, we had the Polaroid that she had sent us in hand. As soon as she passed the gate we ran to each other. All of our hesitations seemed to fade. As we hugged, we murmured, “Mama, Mama.” I stepped back and said, “Meimei Jandale,” which means my little sister has grown up. We were wiping each other’s tears as June May’s dad took a photo of us. We stood around as the picture June May held developed.
I remember when we first learned about our real mom. Mei Ching, who we thought was our mother, told us how she saw us on the side of the road when we were babies.
“How could I resist?” she later said about that day. It was when everyone was fleeing when the Japanese were taking over Kweilin, and we were left on the side of the road. Mei Ching, and her husband were poor at the time, but they still picked us up off of the side of the road. Although, there was writing on the back of the photo, Mei Ching and Mei Han could not read. By the time someone was able to read the note to them, they had already grown to love us. Instead of taking us to the address on the back of the photo, they took care of us. She told us that we were born into a great family, and that she was going to take us back to see our real mom and grandparents. She showed us the picture of our parents. My sister Chwun Hwa and I felt an immediate connection to our parents.
When my sister, Mei Ching, and I went to find our real family with the address that we were given, we soon realized that the location was a new factory building. I felt disappointment because we were further from seeing our family. We thought that our mother and father along with our other family were dead. I remember feeling that we were never going to meet our mother.
We continued to live our lives with only
We saw our sister when she came off of the plane. Waving towards her, we had the Polaroid that she had sent us in hand. As soon as she passed the gate we ran to each other. All of our hesitations seemed to fade. As we hugged, we murmured, “Mama, Mama.” I stepped back and said, “Meimei Jandale,” which means my little sister has grown up. We were wiping each other’s tears as June May’s dad took a photo of us. We stood around as the picture June May held developed.
I remember when we first learned about our real mom. Mei Ching, who we thought was our mother, told us how she saw us on the side of the road when we were babies.
“How could I resist?” she later said about that day. It was when everyone was fleeing when the Japanese were taking over Kweilin, and we were left on the side of the road. Mei Ching, and her husband were poor at the time, but they still picked us up off of the side of the road. Although, there was writing on the back of the photo, Mei Ching and Mei Han could not read. By the time someone was able to read the note to them, they had already grown to love us. Instead of taking us to the address on the back of the photo, they took care of us. She told us that we were born into a great family, and that she was going to take us back to see our real mom and grandparents. She showed us the picture of our parents. My sister Chwun Hwa and I felt an immediate connection to our parents.
When my sister, Mei Ching, and I went to find our real family with the address that we were given, we soon realized that the location was a new factory building. I felt disappointment because we were further from seeing our family. We thought that our mother and father along with our other family were dead. I remember feeling that we were never going to meet our mother.
We continued to live our lives with only
Cited: Tan, Amy. “A Pair of Tickets.” An Introduction to Fiction . Ed. X.J. Kennedy and Dana Gioia. Eleventh Edition. Boston: Longman, 2010. 30-35. Print.