Christian, Diane René books

An-Ya and Her Diary

I said— Ping-Hao. My Ayi. Ellie said— An-Ya is singer? That is so good, An-Ya! Ellie was eating oatmeal, and the ends of her black hair were dripping into her breakfast. I said to Ellie— I am not a singer anymore. I sang Chinese songs and I don’t remember them anymore. Can you please keep your ha...