The day the anti-cancer drug was developed, I received a critical condition notice with only one month to live. Having been away from home for eight years, I refused the luxurious private room arranged by the research institute and the surgery performed by top doctors. I wanted to spend my final days going back to see my mother, with whom I'd had a love-hate relationship for over twenty years. "Are you deliberately trying to go against me?" "Why did you have to come back during the National Day family dinner? Your cousin is a contract worker at a state-owned enterprise and she married their boss!" "How am I supposed to introduce you to my relatives and friends? Unemployed? An older single woman?" "So..."
