Two years later, the Chu household looked different but familiar. The garden now boasted a flourishing patch of herbs and vegetables, and Dawei, though still using a cane, could stand for an hour at a time, his left arm stronger, his speech clearer.
, had always been the pragmatic one, the engineer who could fix any leaky faucet or broken circuit. He took charge of scheduling appointments, hauling Dawei’s medication, and arranging the weekly grocery runs. But his tendency to hide his own fear behind a wall of logic left him exhausted. One night, after a particularly long session, he found himself in the kitchen, the hum of the dishwasher a soundtrack to his thoughts. lulu chu familystrokes