ee spirit, if anything. She has her own opinions and she chooses to voice them, she is not a normal Chinese.She disobeys nearly all of our father’s wishes, she does not seem to care that Father has the last word for everything, and everything is his decision. We, mamma, je je and I must do everything in our power to please him because this is the way it is. In all Chinese families, the father or the man is the most powerful figure, he is everything to the family; everyone else, especially females, are there to serve him, we are there to perform his wishes and to complete his commands. Women are meant to be more of a convenience than a burden. I can remember a time when je je was 15 and I was 11, Baba told her she couldn’t go to a local play put on by a local drama group because one of the members was "against the CCP" and Baba would not have his daughter seeing such a biased made mockery of so-called ‘artwork.’On my way home back into the jungle of the streets of Beijing, the sounds I heard earlier in the day were still there to accompany me on my adventure. The signs of mourning were already apparent with store owners burning ‘heaven’s’ bank notes and other necessities the dead may need in their afterlife, the smell of incense welcomed me as I explored the different preparations. They say that if a person is not "prepared for and cared for in their burial, they will haunt the living that were supposed to take care of them." My guess is that no one wants to be haunted by Hu Yao bang, so this is why they are mourning so openly. As I continued my stroll through the somber atmosphere, I begin to notice all the different ways people mourn, the Buddhist, the Confucius, the Taoist all of them paid their respects to Hu Yao bang; I could imagine that the parades would begin soon, these mourning for Hu Yao bang’s life. I recalled his background, Hu Yao bang came from a family that had a strong comm...
