A Home For Su-lan

Su-lan lay on the k’ang under a tattered blanket with her sleeping sisters beside her and baby brother nestled in her arms. She could hear her mother, and her father, a rickshaw man, talking in low tones from the other end of the long k’ang. They were talking about their lack of money for fuel and food. She shuddered as she heard Father say he had arranged to sell one of the children.

Which one would it be? Then she heard her name. She was the one to be sold—sold as a slave to Fan Tai Tai.

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