Mama Tang moved to San Francisco to be with her son, and her daughter-in-law.
It wasn’t easy navigating the neighbourhood without speaking English. She tried to bluff her way through a grocer’s, to make a meal of dumplings for her son.
He was in a rush, and he forgot the care and love that went into it. It was just breakfast.
But he also forgot that mother was always there, until she wasn’t anymore.
Gratitude, regret. It was too late.