Fiction: Group 3
was in such pain that she could no longer function. My father’s heart was broken when she passed away.
He told me to send a letter to our relative in Shanghai begging them to take my brother who was only 5.
I was on my own since my father passed away due to heart failure. He just never recovered after my
mother’s death and my brother went to Shanghai. I had started doing odd jobs until I met Lao San. Lao
San has given me a sales job at his factory manufacturing baby milk formula. My job was to visit
farms in
dairy areas hawking "protein powder" additives, melamine. What I didn’t know was the formula could kill
babies. There were loud pounding on the door again, “Open the door!” they cried, the pounding
continues as well as my nightmares…..
