Mum texted me that she got notifications. From the Chinese Customs. Thirteen letters in total.
But you have fifteen boxes, right?
What does it mean? What shall we do?
But my stomach tightened up. I felt queasy already.
Is it the two boxes of books? My mind starts racing. I have a book about Chiang Kai-shek and two on Soong Mei-ling. I was hesitating whether I should take them with me on the plane when my friend was helping me with the packing.
I asked for his opinion. “Do you know how many packages are coming in and out of your country at any given day? They wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about your stuff. They have bigger fish to fry. Don’t worry about it.”
Let’s see how things would unfold…
One way or the other, the joke’s on me.