On New Year's Eve, there were fifty crisp new bills in the red envelope my husband gave our son for Lunar New Year.
The only one missing was the bill with the serial number "888" in the middle.
My husband, Shen Yu, explained that the bank must have missed it when he withdrew the money.
But then I saw the bill with its distinctive mark, part of the same consecutive serial-number set, on the Weibo account of Fang Ling, an intern.
She had framed it and written:
"A Lunar New Year gift from Mr. C to his son. The one and only, and the most special."
I stared at the letter "C" and remembered the name Shen Yu used to go by.
I didn't make a scene. I simply smiled and liked Fang Ling's post.
