Beneath the Surface: Unraveling the Hidden Secrets in Courtney Cheng’s The Mole
It took me a few more years and a trip to Vancouver, Canada — where I attended with my mom the service of one of my maternal great-aunts and noticed I was the only guest who cried despite not having seen my great-aunt for over 25 years — to realize that I hadn’t ever minded my parents’ omen of bad luck. What I had minded was losing what I felt to be the little connection I could claim with my extended family through the darkened, raised bump above my lip.
That mole finally lost the battle when I was 31. The victor: the prospect of having this pigmented lump immortalized in my wedding photos as I started my own family. Family gifts or not, I was still a human with vanity. So I said yes.
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