If “brevity is the soul of wit”, then my story at least fills that measure:

After our 4 days in Bejiing, we flew to the province where Lina was born. As we walked off the plane and onto the gangway holding hands, my usually fairly demure, sweet, and softspoken daughter looked up at me and said with such confidence and with a huge smile, “Well, Mom, you’re on MY turf now!”

This truly was my favorite moment of the trip — where everything came together in one special and vibrant moment.

(“[Since] brevity is the soul of wit” — William Shakespeare, Hamlet Act 2, scene 2, 86-92).

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