CHAPTER 22
Once I got to China, maybe you’d get to thinking my problems would be over. And The Nightmare was over for sure, and there’s no way I’m gonna ever stop being grateful on that account, but even when I go a week or maybe more without thinking about it, that don’t mean I’ve ever really forgotten, much as I’ve prayed to.
China, well, it wasn’t like I growed up believing, where there was food you could just pick off of trees or stuff and nonsense like that. Far as I could tell, it was a lot like back home. There weren’t no famine, but that didn’t mean everybody you met was gonna share with you. And I was older by then, and I already told you how it’s harder to make grown-ups feel sorry for you the older you get, unless you’re a girl, ’cause I figure they have an easier time on acco
