I Wrote A Book. It’s Got Only One Reader

She reads with tears and laughs. Believe me. Even you just got one reader, it’s worth more than ten thousand.

Bond Wang
5 min readMay 25, 2022
Photo by Mikołaj on Unsplash

I wrote a book. Well, actually, translated.

It’s got only one reader. Yes, One Reader. Maybe it will only have one reader ever.

It’s my mom.

She is in China, 78 now. For the major part of my memory, she was the superwoman of the large family. Now aging is beating her down, taking away her hearing, sight, and strength. She is turning self-isolated. It’s like a wick at the bottom of the candle. Standing and burning the whole life, now she suddenly wants to sink into the liquid wax.

My friend Pamela is a speech-language Pathologist. She says the hearing loss can lead to a series of problems. If people don’t hear, they don’t talk, then they don’t connect. They could turn completely deaf. Then the abyss of darkness, hopelessness. Mom tried hearing aids. They said she’d got an accumulative nerve deterioration. Hearing aids can’t help.

I don’t know how much pain she endures, but I am heartbroken watching her magic power dwindle rapidly. I have to shout to her on the phone. She is just like, “What did you say?” She tells me she turns the volume to the highest, and almost…

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Bond Wang
Bond Wang

Written by Bond Wang

Forget injuries, never forget kindness. Hey, I write about life, culture, and daydreams. Hope I open a window for you, as well as for myself.

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