Six Years Later:
Qian Meigui drove through the afternoon rush hour; once she had arrived at home, she ran up the steps of her front porch; her heels clicking on the concrete; her long-coat swayed with the wind.
She entered her house where music and entertainment engulfed her ears. It was a full house! Chatter filled the room, and there were people in every corner—against the pillars, sitting on their lavish couches, or they were speaking to each other in groups.
Qian Meigui then heard the tapping sound of someone's feet, running. "Mommy!"
Song Meiling called out to Qian Meigui as she lifted her arms, jumping into her mother's embrace. "Ah, Meiling, you have cake in your hair," scolded Qian Meigui. Her daughter puffed up her pink cheeks in embarrassment, her wavy brown hair coated in icing.
"I'm sorry," she said sincerely.
Qian Meigui kissed both of her pink cheeks playfully, "Don't be," she said.
