May called her mom. Her mom lived in China. China was far away. Her mom was 50 years old. Her mom had many friends. But she missed her daughter. May lived in America. She was a waitress. She was a waitress in a restaurant. It was a Chinese restaurant. “Guess what, Mama?” May asked. “I met a nice man.” Her mom said she was happy. “Will you marry him?” she asked. She wanted May to marry. She wanted a grandson. She wanted a granddaughter. She wanted May to bring her children back to China. “Be patient,” May said. “I only met him last month. But he’s very nice.” Her mom said, “Okay, I will be patient. But hurry up!”