"I'm so sorry, Po-po..." I said, peering my head into the kitchen afterschool. Rolling out the dumpling dough, she kept her head down and continued as if she didn't hear me. "I'm not embarrassed that I'm Chinese, it's just the kids at school don't understand..." I explained, this time a little bit louder. Realizing that my poorly rehearsed apology wasn't going to cut it, I grabbed a rolling pin and dipped my hands in flour. Actions always spoke louder than words for my grandmother.
"Maybe you need to teach them." My grandma said quietly, under her breath. She reached across the table, picked up one of the dumplings I made, and studied it intensely. She pursed her lips as she turned it around. "Good job with the folding. You have improved." She cracked a smile and winked. Suddenly, a jolt of energy ran through me. I finally knew how I could make everything right.
"Po-po, what do you think about having a few more guests over tomorrow night?"
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Love In My Lunchbox
Teen FictionAfter being teased by her school friends about the meals her grandmother packed her, Taylor comes up with a master plan to turn her lunchtime drama around. As she tries to find acceptance with her girlfriends and balance her relationship with her gr...
