Chang Ming lingered as
summer drifted to a close; hanging on to each moment. His grandmother tried to awaken him, but sleep
was a stronger calling in his current depressed state. His time in China was ending and he did not
want to move despite the many things that needed done before his departure for
America. His grandfather forced him out
of bed to make sure his student visa and travel documents were in order. Chang Ming went through the motions, sleepily
reviewing the documents, secretly hoping there was an error to delay the
inevitable.
Zemin had already said
his farewells, one week prior, as he boarded a northbound train. Chang Ming and Zemin had known each other
since age seven when Zemin’s family moved into the district and they were both
placed in the same school. Zemin’s
mother only wanted for her son to take a traditional path remaining in China to
attend a top university. Like Chang
Ming, Zemin scored in the top percentile on the Chinese National Higher
Education Exam. Such an achievement
secured Zemin a place at Renmin People’s University of Beijing; one of the
nation’s top three universities. Chang
Ming felt only animosity when he should have felt proud of his friend. He too could have attended this university. The honor would be Zemin’s; never Chang Ming’s
own accomplishment; never his own mother’s goal for him.
As Zemin’s train
departed, Mei Ling grasped Chang Ming’s hand; her tears streaming. Together, they
walked toward the bus station. Boarding
an overcrowded bus, she sat on his lap out of necessity and buried her face in
Chang Ming’s shoulder. Still crying, Mei
Ling fell asleep; Cheng Ming now daydreaming of their possibilities together, with
only one another: their first kiss; long embraces; visions of the children they
would someday make together. Reality
awakened them as, forty minutes later, the bus arrived in Mei Ling’s district. Before departing, Mei Ling sweetly kissed Chang
Ming on the cheek, tapping him gently on the nose, while giggling and telling
him she would meet him at the café in the morning.
Chang Ming eagerly
awakened the next morning, dressing in his best casual clothes, borrowing his
father’s after shave, preparing to look and smell his best for Mei Ling. He could not summon an appetite to eat the
usual breakfast his grandmother prepared for him. He shot out the door without explanation. His
grandparents shouted after him, miffed by his behavior. He didn’t have time to pay proper respects
this morning and would remedy things with his grandparents later. Today was his day to finally be alone with
Mei Ling and nothing would delay him from meeting with her.
He boarded the bus to
the café, now sitting alone, remembering the feeling of Mei Ling on his lap
yesterday. Against his will, time slowed
for Chang Ming as he thought of what he would say to Mei Ling now that he
finally would be alone with her. The
bus weaved through an endless stream of stop lights and traffic finally
arriving at the cafe. The cafe was in
the central part of the city and a line of people waited on the sidewalk
outside. He proceeded to the end of the
line, anxious to see Mei Ling at any moment...
To Be Continued...
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