even though Precious
Auntie was in the room.
In later yearshoweverGreat-Granny's tongue was not so sharp orfast. Often she said with a worried
browHave you seen Hu Sen?You could say yesyou could say noand a moment latershe chirped
like a birdHu Sen? Hu Sen?always requesting her dead grandsonvery sad to hear.
Toward the end of her lifeGreat-Granny had thoughts that were like crumbling wallsstones without
mortar. A doctor said her inner wind was cold and her pulse was slowa shallow stream about to freeze.
He advised foods with more heat. But Great-Granny only grew worse. Precious Auntie suspected that a
tiny flea had crawled into her ear and was feasting on her brain. Confusion Itch was the name of the
maladyPrecious Auntie said. It is the reason people often scratch their heads when they cannot
remember. Her father had been a doctorand she had seen other patients with the same problem.
Yesterdaywhen I could not remember Precious Auntie's nameI wondered if a flea had run in my ear,
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But now that I am writing down so many thingsI know I don't have Great-Granny's disease. I can recall
the smallest details even though they were long ago and far away.
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