When I was twenty-five years old, the Chinese government quietly deported me. I was terrified to leave my homeland. But the alternative was exile to a remote place in China–or worse.
On January 14, 1984, my parents, aunts and uncles, cousins, and siblings gathered at the Shanghai International Airport to send me off for my flight to San Francisco. I’ll never forget that cold, wet afternoon.
–by Ping Fu
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