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The first man she hated was her father.

When Bao Yu was a little girl back in China, he sold her to the village shaman. There were too many mouths to feed, and she was the only girl among five siblings. The boys would be useful later on, but as her father said, food and clothing were wasted on her.

“You are wasted space,” her father lamented. “Ah, Bao Yu! If only you had been a boy. You are crafty and certainly more intelligent than your brothers!”

“Papa, I can help my stupid brothers do their chores and teach them how to earn a living. I swear I’m good at it,” the 10-year old girl said, fighting for her right to stay.

Standing by the doorway of their hut, Bao Yu watched anxiously as her mother packed her meager belongings. She begged and pleaded with her parents, but they would not listen.

“You’ll be better off with the old man. He can teach you chants and spells. Maybe one day you will take his place in the village,” her mother said, not looking at her, afraid she might relent and beg her husband to keep her only daughter.

Tears welled up in the girl’s eyes, hoping to touch her mother’s heart, but the woman turned away and walked into the kitchen.

Her father dragged her kicking and screaming through the small village, and dropped her like a sack of rice on the front steps of the old shaman's house.

She began her life of servitude with no hope of escape. Although she harbored a begrudging respect for him and coveted the shaman’s magic power; he was another man to hate. Bao Yu was mistreated and abused; she washed and cooked for the old man, and her bed was a thin mat on the dirt floor of the kitchen. Her life was harder than a household servant who might have some niggling privileges. But in return, he taught her well.

She learned a great deal from the shaman. Not only the traditional way of healing people and casting spells for a good harvest, but also the secrets and knowledge from the ancient book he so carefully guarded. Bao Yu realized early on the old man’s main source of power despite repeatedly having her ears boxed.

Everything changed when she blossomed into a beautiful and stunning young woman. The shaman, now a doddering old fool, was enchanted with her. He promised her the moon, if he could only conjure it. She settled for his knowledge and magical arts and access to the book. Her chores ceased immediately. A young girl was hired to do all the menial labor around the house.

Bao Yu took over all the old man's duties. She collected and controlled his money. Her former teacher was pitifully grateful for any attention she gave him. She became well known and respected. She had it all — except for one thing. Despite their cruelty, she wanted to win her family's affection. She began to support them, hoping to buy their love.

Her father and brothers eagerly took everything she offered with no gratitude or appreciation. They took her for granted, and so did her mother who still slaved for them. The love she sought was not reciprocated. They only asked for more.

Seething with rage, she gave them an ultimatum. Take her back as the daughter and sister she was meant to be, or suffer the consequences. They laughed at her. She hatched her plan.

First, she cast a spell on her family. Bao Yu stood in front of their house in an elegant red, yellow and blue silk gown, clapping her hands, dancing, skipping about like a beautiful bird, her long rope of black hair flying, shining in the sun.

“May you all wallow in dirt and eat food scraps for the rest of your lives,” she said, sealing the spell with the wave of her hand. She could have done worse, but deep inside a flicker of yearning to belong still remained.

Next was the old shaman asleep in his bed, dreaming of a life together with Bao Yu and blissfully unaware of his fate. She silently crept to where he slept, and with a pair of scissors cut off his main source of power. Then she carefully slipped the treasured book out from under his bed.

She placed the shaman’s power in a small ivory case and put it in a burlap bag along with the book. Now she could transfer his power to her, but that would take some time.

“Come, Mei Li! Pack your things,” she said.

“Where are we going mistress?” The servant asked fearfully, looking at the shaman who seemed to have shriveled up. His loose skin hung on his bones like wrinkled curtain.

“We’re going to a big city far away from this pig-stinking village. I will need time to perfect my skills, and you will be my assistant. You would like that, Mei Li?” It was more of a statement than a question.

They traveled in disguise by darkness through swamps and forests. Sometimes they ventured out onto a lonely highway and a passing truck picked them up.

But her powers were running dry, and it took everything she could muster for two people to cross the border undetected. Exhausted, they walked the rest of the way, heads bowed to the ground, too weary to notice their surroundings.

At last the two women stumbled upon a place with a sign indicating it was a nature reserve for birds. At least they could hide here for the time being. They immediately fell into a deep sleep, completely spent.

An urgent tapping on her shoulder woke Bao Yu from her fitful sleep. She sat up to find herself on a bed of reeds next to a river surrounded by mangrove trees. A loud chorus of fluttering wings, the cries and calls of cranes, egrets, terns and gulls assaulted her ears. Where were they?

“Mistress! Please wake up. Look!” Still groggy from sleep, she looked to where Mei Li pointed.

Before her lay her future. She felt she could reach out and touch it — the New Territories! All the aches and pains were forgotten, and replaced by the rapid beating of her heart filled with joy and relief.

Mei Li stood up from her crouched position to have a better look. Their hiding place was situated between the river and a parking area.

Bao Yu yanked the servant girl to the ground. “You stupid girl! Can’t you see we’re not alone? If we are discovered, I will make sure you never have one moment of peace, ever!

“Sit there quietly, and let me think of a plan to get us safely out of here. I am ravenous! Take out the last of our pitiful food. I promise you this is the last time we will eat this slop,” she said, biting down hungrily on hard bread not even fit for the birds.

A single tour bus was parked in the lot. They waited until finally two women walked by their hiding place. Bao Yu put a finger to her lips, cautioning Mei Li to keep very still. She noticed no other people with the women. They must have been separated from their group.

Bao Yu found her one and only chance to freedom. She cast a spell to stupefy them and signaled Mei Li to follow her lead.

Hands grabbed the stunned women and they disappeared in the thick cover of reeds and mangrove trees. Fluttering wings and shrill crying of birds taking flight, disturbed by the sudden movement were the only sounds heard.

A few minutes later, the same two women emerged from the marshy reeds, patting their hair in place.

“Act normal, Mei Li. We don’t want to draw any attention. This illusion will only last for a few hours, but by the time these two are discovered, we will have reached our destination,” she whispered.

Behind them in the reeds, two unconscious forms were sprawled out on the ground, dressed in very shabby clothes.

And soon it came about that Bao Yu, the girl from the mud hut who was born with nothing, the girl who had been thrown away by her parents, found the path that led to her transformation.

“I like the name on this identification book,” she said, studying the women’s passports. “From now on my name will be Lily, and yours will be Blossom,” she said.

“Blossom? What a pretty name. Thank you, Mistress," Mei Li said timidly.

“We have to get on that bus before it leaves us behind,” said Bao Yu — now Lily — dragging Blossom to the bus.

All the other passengers were seated. The tour guide looked at his watch impatiently as the women took the two empty seats previously occupied by the unconscious women in the reeds.

“Ladies, please remember that we are on a schedule. I hope this does not happen again at the next stop.”

The guide continued to rattle on about being considerate of others when Lily gave him a withering look that stopped him in mid sentence. His face blanched in fear, the guide turned around, walked back to his seat at the front of the bus, and ordered the driver to take them to their next stop.

Blossom stared back at the lush green background and a white spiral of birds climbing into the sky as the bus drove away. She didn’t have a family to worry about her whereabouts, but she felt a lump in her throat. The simple girl was leaving behind the only life she knew, pitiful as it was.

Soon the scenery changed drastically from the nature reserve park to an eyesore of concrete buildings side by side on either side of the road. It was not Lily’s problem to dwell on man’s callousness and lament the loss of the beauty of nature. She had things to do — many, many things to do in her new life.

Lily foresaw a bright and prosperous future. She could achieve it with her acquired knowledge and powerful magic, thanks partly to the shriveled old man she left behind.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the tour guide’s voice announcing that they were approaching their next stop, one of the many shopping malls cropping up in the New Territories bordering Mainland China. He seemed to forget what happened and wished everyone a pleasant two hours of lunch and shopping.

“Mistress, look what I found,” Mei Li whispered in her ear. “This Blossom woman has money in her bag. We could shop for a few things we’re going to need in our new home.”

Lily stared daggers at her servant. “What did I tell you my name was? You will not call me mistress,” she said, grabbing the wallet from the bag.

Crowded souvenir shops, clothing stores, restaurants, just about anything to tempt a tourist were lined up in rows, and each vendor vying for attention; hawking their merchandise, and boasting of its superior quality.

Lily led Blossom into a clothing store. The anxious shop owner greeted them with offers of discounts on any of the clothes on the racks, except for the mandarin-collared blouses and jackets behind the glass case. Those were hand made from the lovely, soft material made of the finest silk.

“Well, except maybe for the discerning client interested in our finest piece,” the owner said, eyeing Lily. He shooed Blossom out of the way.

“She’s with me, she is my assistant and helps with my shopping,” Lily said.

“Yes, of course, of course,” the owner said, bowing his head.

“I want to see your blouses,” Lily said.

The owner went behind the glass case, and pulled out different designs and colors of the blouses wrapped in plastic. “Is there a particular color the lady would prefer?”

“You call this superior quality?” Lily asked, yanking a blouse from its wrapper. “My assistant here can do a better job.”

“I will give it to the lady for a special price,” the owner said hopefully. The sale was lost, but it didn’t hurt to try.

Lily’s face suddenly lit up, as if a light bulb switched on. “Come, Blossom. Hurry!”

Once outside, Blossom meekly said, “I thought the blouses were very pretty. The red one would have looked good on you. It brings out the sparkle in your eyes.

Lily was so excited, she blurted out some of her plans. “Blossom, we are going to be rich. I’ve just realized a way to make a living. Of course, it will take time. I will have to consult the old man's book and transfer all his power to me.”

“How will you do that mistress . . . ah . . . Lily?” Blossom asked.

“I’m going to open a shop that specializes in mandarin-collared blouses. They will be very special. The shop will be exclusive only to women and their daughters, absolutely no men will be allowed in the store.”

“But you don’t know how to sew, Lily,” Blossom said.

“Oh, don’t I? I can do anything I want with magic, you stupid girl! Now go back to the shop and buy one of those inferior blouses. I need a sample.”

After lunch, the two women headed back to the tour bus, but the door was locked. They had no choice but to wait.

“If we go back to the shops, we might return too late. I don’t want another episode with that tour guide. It might arouse suspicion,” Lily said, sitting down on a bench.

She heard a kitten meowing nearby, and looked around to see if the mother cat was somewhere nearby. I wonder if she knows her young is hungry? What was that? Beside a garbage bin next to the bus something tiny was barely moving and mewling underneath a pile of rags.

A voice inside her head nagged at her incessantly to check the bundle. She seethed to think that it was a male voice and was not about to follow what it said, but curiosity can be hard to resist.

Lily stood up and walked over to investigate. She covered her mouth to stifle a gasp of surprise. Lying in the midst of the dirty pile was an infant girl.

The bitter sadness and resentment of her early life washed over her like a wave on the ocean. Emotions heaved within her, leaving her weak — anger took over.

“Blossom, come here at once! Take one of the shopping bags with the clothes. Hurry, before the others get back!

Blossom handed her a bag. “Oh my goodness! It’s a baby,” she cried out.

“Now that you’ve established that, don’t stand there gawking,” Lily said, yanking the silk mandarin blouse from Blossom’s hand. She picked up the infant girl and wrapped the blouse gently around her.

“Now go quickly and find some milk. Hurry!” Lily said, with exasperation. Blossom was indeed loyal and faithful, but certainly not very clever or astute. Ah, nothing to do about that now.

“But you," she hissed at the tiny girl. "You will be like me.”

Cooing to a baby was not her style. She’d seen mothers do that nonsense with their children and found it distasteful.

“What will I call you?” She asked herself, just as Blossom arrived with the milk.

“What about Bao Yu?" Blossom said. "Give her your old name, Mistress, as a remembrance.”

“Fool," Lily rebuked her. "What is there good to remember about my miserable girlhood?"

Blossom's face fell.

"Wait," Lily said, "maybe you're right. But I will call her Jade, the same name but in a different language."

Blossom looked puzzled.

“Jade is Bao Yu in English,” Lily explained.

Blossom fed the squirming infant. Lily watched as her helper dipped her finger in milk repeatedly and placed it in Jade’s little pink mouth. The infant sucked on the finger greedily until she sighed and went to sleep.

Satisfied, Lily did her illusion trick. With a wave of her hand, tiny Jade became an ordinary shopping bag full of clothes, and just in time. The bus driver, gnawing on a toothpick, returned. A few minutes later, the tour guide leading the rest of the passengers followed.

With little Jade between them, the two women settled back in their seats and continued the ride to their new home. Lily would do away with their stolen disguises, and no one from the mainland would ever come looking for them.

HONG KONG, TWELVE YEARS LATER . . .

The pink-faced monk in his billowing, saffron robe glided down the crowded sidewalk with great serenity. He moved along slowly, patiently in the heaving sea of chaos, taxis flashing past, neon signs everywhere, clouds of bus exhaust, people hurrying, scurrying, buying, selling, calling out. He wore tiny bells on his sandals to announce his presence, but no one could hear their trills amid the roar of the Hong Kong streets.

He carried a canvas bag slung over one shoulder, containing candles, incense and a small, ivory statue of Ganesh, the boy god with his elephant head, the remover of obstacles — to protect him from destruction, to provide him with limitless compassion and to preserve the tranquility of his heart.

Blossom hurtled into him at full speed, tearing down the sidewalk as if she had been fired from the barrel of a gun.

He stumbled, dropped the umbrella, almost went sprawling, and righted himself.

Blossom was so mortified that she started to cry. She clumsily scooped up the umbrella, bowed deeply, babbled apologies.

“Oh, Sir,” she said anxiously, “Oh righteous Sir . . . "

The monk merely smiled at her, took the umbrella and made a sign of blessing.

Blossom galloped down the sidewalk, bumping into people, drawing angry looks, startled glances and curses in several dialects.

The poor woman, the monk muttered to himself, resuming his unhurried glide. What has made that soul so fearful?

Blossom darted into an alley lined with shops, stalls and beer stands — and burst into the dress shop almost colliding with Lily.

“Lily! Have you seen the newspaper? It’s all over the news. Several women have disappeared in our neighborhood. One woman was seen with her daughter, but only the daughter surfaced later in a daze, and didn’t know what happened,” Blossom said breathlessly.

“Be careful, you clumsy fool!” Lily said, balancing a mannequin in the store’s display window. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“It’s not safe for us here. We have to think of Jade. The police are going door to door asking our neighbors if they have seen anything suspicious. They’ll be here any minute now,” Blossom said, nervously peering outside.

“Don’t worry, it will be fine. We’ll say we didn’t see anything, and even if any these women came in the shop, they walked out of here safe and sound. Anybody around here can tell the police that,” Lily said, confidently. “But you may be right. Perhaps it would be safer for us to move to another place.”

She signaled with a raised eyebrow for Blossom to be quiet as Jade entered the shop. "Why are you home early from school?" Lily said.

Jade was beaming, as any child would who had been given a holiday. She wore a navy blue sailor suit dress with a white collar. She was short for a 12-year-old, with a round face, a wide smile, and dark, merry eyes. Her thick, coal black hair was pulled back straight and adorned with colorful pins on the sides.

“It's because of what's been happening to the women around here. We were told to go straight home, and be with our mothers,” Jade said.

“That is the reason why we are going to move. This is not a safe place for a woman like me with a daughter,” Lily said, patting Jade on the head. It was her way of greeting the child; the only way she knew how to show her affection.

Lily was glad her assistant took over the parenting duties. It was Blossom that Jade went running to when she needed help with simple motherly things, but Lily took over, and none too gently, with the more important duties like homework, molding the child's personality and teaching her to trust no one, especially men.

She had more important plans for her daughter.

Her daughter was at an age when boys started noticing her. Lily remembered her coming home one day from school and saying, “Mama, there's a boy in school who’s always teasing me.”

“And what did you do?” Lily asked.

“Well, I sort of like him, so I didn't mind.”

Lily blew up. She made Jade stay home from school until she drilled the importance of staying away from boys into her daughter's head. A few days later, she paid the boy a visit at school. He never teased Jade again, and avoided any contact with her.

“Where are we moving to? Kowloon?” Jade asked, interrupting her mother's thoughts.

“No, we are going to move to another country,” Lily said, reaching for a map of Asia.

She unfolded the map, and spread it on the table, studying it intensely.

“This is where we will go,” she said, pointing her finger at the map of the Philippines. Lily had made up her mind. She set her sights on Binondo, Manila's Chinatown.