Jan. 17, 2009.
Airport fiasco ends well. Mom and ahyis laugh it off while I sit with that "hrmph" look. My sister gets pulled out of the security line for her jar of guava jam; the other five Taiwanese women on the trip wonder what's wrong, maybe I should go back; we get reseated out of the exit row, for possible "language conflicts" and finally, as my mom laughs I settle into my seat and learn to take these culture collisions in stride.
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