Tonight I am going to have a farewell dinner for my Apo; she came to work for us when I moved to Shanghai when I was two or three; 17 years later she's going back to her home village of Zhejiang, near Ningbo in Zhejiang Province. She stayed on after I went back to the States to take care of the household for my grandmother; she's become very close to the family and is the best cook I know in the entire world. The World. I am not exaggerating.
So with the snow; we're not quite sure if she actually is going home tomorrow, but I want to see her anyway, because she's been a constant in my life. I always associated a few things with going to China as I was growing up: My grandmother, the apartment at 84 W. Y. Road, and Apo and her cooking.
Now my grandmother is gone, my Apo is leaving, and the apartment will never be the same.
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