It seemed to her the sky was falling, and she was going to die, but her husband would never let it happen as long as he lived.
Waiting for her impatiently at the end of the bridge, he shouted again, “You women are made of water. Tears are so worthless. You cry as if our son and daughter-in-law are already dead.”
She sniveled more uncontrollably, and her nose started running. But this time, she managed to shout back, furiously. “You men are assholes made of stone! Zhi said the car is upside-down in the river. How could I not cry? I’m his mother! I gave hard birth to him! He is our only son!” She paused and sniffl ed, managing to reach the bike while mourning. “Oh, how can I live without him? How can we carry on the family line without him? What should we tell our ancestors?”