Rent a Boyfriend - Gloria Chao Page 0,43

to these memories, to this version of my mother, the one who just wanted to spend quality time with me. No clucking tongue. I wish I knew how to bring her forth.

When we stepped into the room with the life-size terracotta warriors, Xing and I both froze, taking it all in. The sculptures had clearly been broken into many pieces and put back together, the break lines still prominent despite the rehab. Their dusty, pewter-colored faces were more lifelike than I would have predicted, with wrinkles and expressions sculpted in.

Xing pointed to the warrior in the display case to our right, the one wearing sleeveless armor and long trousers. “Doesn’t that one look like us? Maybe we’re related to him.”

Every face was different, unique, based on a real-life soldier. I took in this warrior’s slightly bulbous nose and pronounced cheeks. He was so familiar, what I would picture my ancestor to look like. I felt tied to these artifacts, as if a piece of me were in them as well. Perhaps that really was the case with this soldier here. Possibly a Lu. I knew he was inanimate, just a lump of molded clay, but when I stared into his blank, pupilless eyes, the shadows from the dim lighting made it appear as if he were staring into my soul, judging me and all my secrets.

I spoke to the glass. “Sometimes I’m so proud to be Chinese, and other times I resent it so much. The obligations. Duty to family. Xiàoshùn.” Each word felt like charcoal in my mouth—bitter and out of place.

“I know what you mean,” Xing said. “Sometimes I wonder if Mom and Dad are particularly tough because they immigrated here. Maybe they feel like they have to hold on to traditions tighter to make up for leaving.”

I nodded as he spoke. “And since they’re not there,” I realized, “they can’t evolve with the times—they’re still holding on to traditions they grew up with from an entirely different generation.”

I turned away from my possible ancestor to face Xing. He had traces of resentment around his eyes, the same shadows that had first appeared the night of the disownment and never left, only took root.

“I think I understand your position more now. Because of, you know.” I couldn’t even say it out loud, how I wasn’t going to be a doctor. There were a million different possible careers out there. All I had done was decide one wasn’t for me, and yet it felt like a crime. Because it was. To them. “I was always more hesitant than you to question Mom and Dad or disobey them. But I guess sometimes you’re put in a position where you have no choice.”

He sighed. “I wish you never had to learn that. I wish you were still young and naive and had goggles on to shield you from everything.”

“Me too,” I whispered.

“Mei,” my mother said over the clean clothes she was putting into my drawers. (Sigh, she does so much for me.) “I just heard from Mrs. Ahn who heard from Mrs. Lin that Qin Shi Huang’s terracotta warriors are here! I forget which museum they’re at, but your bǎbá knows. Do you want to go?”

I swear I almost peed my pants. Maybe I did, a little.

I lived in constant fear of messing up one of my lies, and now, ta-da! Here was a mammoth, slap-me-in-the-face opportunity to take a scissor to my finely woven web, which was barely holding up as it was. And if that sounded dramatic, then good. Because this was the worst.

So I definitely couldn’t go because I definitely would let something incriminating slip, but that meant I would need more lies to stack on top of the other lies to explain why I couldn’t go.

Shit. I was a lousy Jenga player.

“That sounds so fun, Mǎmá, but I have exams coming up and I think I should really be studying.” I couldn’t say any more because my heart was threatening to rip in two. Was I giving up a chance to see the version of my mother I craved so badly?

“Of course. Good girl. Are you going to study more with Billy, A-mah, Penny, Kim, Khloe, Kour-ney, and Kendall?” Man, that had really gotten away from me. “Tell me again where Kendall is from?”

“California.”

“Right, right. And Billy?”

Crap. I had no idea what I had said last time. It was easier remembering the Kardashian facts than the random answers I had made up. Why hadn’t I written all