Before Melody moved to upstate New York, I always celebrated Chinese New Year with just my family-me, Ki-Ki, Lissy, Mom, and Dad-because we were the only Asian people in the area. It was the eve of Chinese New Year, and my best friend, Melody, and her family had come for the celebration dinner just as they had for the last two years. The clinking noises filled the air as the adults knocked glasses of wine against the kids’ cups of juice. “HAPPY YEAR OF THE RAT!” DAD SAID AS HE toasted us with his glass. If you are reading this book, it is dedicated to YOU. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Visit our Web site at First eBook Edition: January 2008 Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher. Text and illustrations copyright © 2007 by Grace LinĪll rights reserved.
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