This story is taking place in China. Mostly on a train and then in a hotel room The narrator, Jandale, seems to be telling a story of a major event of her mother's life, which, in turn, makes it a major event in her life. Maybe it even opens her eyes to the heartbreak her mother was going though for a lifetime.
At first, she seems to be afraid to share in the same joy as her father when he sees his family. She is afraid her sisters will be sad and the meeting of them will be, well, horrible. She seems to think they will blame her for her death. I'm not sure if this is a cultural thing I don't quite understand, but I find it hard to believe that they would blame her. I do see so much compassion in Jandale. She is so concerned about the babies or little girls her mother left behind. I asked myself, would I feel the same way? Would I be upset? Then at one point she says something like, did my mother wish it that she had her two babies and not me? She is full of questions and is very nervous about the meeting.
When the meeting comes, I cried. It truly was like a family, like one of her Auntie's said...you are their own sister, their only family. They just knew right away that they belonged. No one one hated or resented each other. They were all just happy to see each other.
I think that is what the author is trying to say, maybe. No matter what, an ocean or a doorway, you will always be loved by family.
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