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Mother, Grow My Baby - Boston Review

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Get our latest essays, archival selections, reading lists, and exclusive content delivered straight to your inbox. Winner of the Fall 2019 Aura Estrada Short Story Contest. Incantatory. Dream-like. Lyrical. Heady, like good red wine. A refreshing interpretation of the theme of allies. A poignant testament and exploration of “in-betweeness,” of living in and negotiating worlds within and without. It reads like a condensed novel. Looking forward to more stories from Li. —Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor, Fall 2019 Aura Estrada Contest judge The Chinese WeChat mothers were the first to tell me I was pregnant. They know my body better than I do. I’ve known about the Chinese WeChat mothers since I was born but have never met a single one of them. My mother was added to the group when she went back to Shanghai to visit my grandma. Without even asking, my mother downloaded WeChat onto my phone. “They need to know you exist,” she told me when she returned. “They will help you. They understand.” I don’t

January 24, 2020 Incantatory. Dream-like. Lyrical. Heady, like good red wine. A refreshing interpretation of the theme of allies. A poignant testament and exploration of “in-betweeness,” of living in and negotiating worlds within and without. It reads like a condensed novel. Looking forward to more stories from Li. —Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor, Fall 2019 Aura Estrada Contest judge The Chinese WeChat mothers were the first to tell me I was pregnant. They know my body better than I do. I’ve known about the Chinese WeChat mothers since I was born but have never met a single one of them. My mother was a

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