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The Witness

The Witness fiction y mother had been calling every night for weeks, always a new complaint. The new dog couldn’t be housebroken, the weather was too windy; finally, the linoleum would not come clean. T H E M I S S O U R I R E V I E W / S u mmer 2 0 1 7 May-lee Chai Photo by Erin Riggs There was a grayish scum that wouldn’t scrub off. I had no idea what was really going on. “Replace it,” I said. “I can’t! It’s too expensive!” my mother practically shrieked. “Then just ignore it.” “I would love to ignore it; do you think I enjoy mopping? Your father complains about it.” I sighed. I had homework, hours of Chinese yet to read. My classmates from China could breeze through a novel in a weekend. I labored for hours with my dictionaries to get through my daily twenty pages. But I couldn’t complain. It was my fault for going into comparative literature. My mother would only remind me that she had hoped I would become a doctor. I had such good grades, I could memorize things, why hadn’t I listened to her? No point reminding http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png The Missouri Review University of Missouri

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Abstract

fiction y mother had been calling every night for weeks, always a new complaint. The new dog couldn’t be housebroken, the weather was too windy; finally, the linoleum would not come clean. T H E M I S S O U R I R E V I E W / S u mmer 2 0 1 7 May-lee Chai Photo by Erin Riggs There was a grayish scum that wouldn’t scrub off. I had no idea what was really going on. “Replace it,” I said. “I can’t! It’s too expensive!” my mother practically shrieked. “Then just ignore it.” “I would love to ignore it; do you think I enjoy mopping? Your father complains about it.” I sighed. I had homework, hours of Chinese yet to read. My classmates from China could breeze through a novel in a weekend. I labored for hours with my dictionaries to get through my daily twenty pages. But I couldn’t complain. It was my fault for going into comparative literature. My mother would only remind me that she had hoped I would become a doctor. I had such good grades, I could memorize things, why hadn’t I listened to her? No point reminding

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The Missouri ReviewUniversity of Missouri

Published: Jul 19, 2017

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