My mom was born in Hong Kong and immigrated to the U.
My dad began working in public health in his twenties, studying and tracking in order to fight the HIV/AIDs outbreak in China.
My grandmother died last year in September. It was a ten year battle with a disease that attacked her white blood cells and eventually she just became weaker and weaker.
My grandmother is seventy-six and still full of vitality. To my childhood self, she was the most forceful personality in our family, directing my mom and aunts and uncles, laughing and debating in equal measure, and cooking feasts in her tiny apartment kitchen.