From Chinese Cinderella, Adeline Yen Mah
Growing up in a wealthy family in 1950s Hong Kong, Mah should have had an enviable childhood, but she was
by her dominating stepmother and despised by her brothers and sisters. She was sent to a boarding school an
there. In this extract from her autobiography she relates one of the few occasions when she went home.
,From Chinese Cinderella, Adeline Yen Mah
Growing up in a wealthy family in 1950s Hong Kong, Mah should have had an enviable childhood, but she was
by her dominating stepmother and despised by her brothers and sisters. She was sent to a boarding school an
there. In this extract from her autobiography she relates one of the few occasions when she went home.
, Time went by relentlessly and it was Saturday again. Eight weeks more and it would be the end of term …
perhaps the end of school forever.
Four of us were playing Monopoly. My heart was not in it and I was losing steadily. Outside it was hot and t
warm wind blowing. The radio warned of a possible typhoon the next day. It was my turn and I threw th
played, the thought of leaving school throbbed at the back of my mind like a persistent toothache.
‘Adeline!’ Ma-mien Valentino was calling.
Growing up in a wealthy family in 1950s Hong Kong, Mah should have had an enviable childhood, but she was
by her dominating stepmother and despised by her brothers and sisters. She was sent to a boarding school an
there. In this extract from her autobiography she relates one of the few occasions when she went home.
,From Chinese Cinderella, Adeline Yen Mah
Growing up in a wealthy family in 1950s Hong Kong, Mah should have had an enviable childhood, but she was
by her dominating stepmother and despised by her brothers and sisters. She was sent to a boarding school an
there. In this extract from her autobiography she relates one of the few occasions when she went home.
, Time went by relentlessly and it was Saturday again. Eight weeks more and it would be the end of term …
perhaps the end of school forever.
Four of us were playing Monopoly. My heart was not in it and I was losing steadily. Outside it was hot and t
warm wind blowing. The radio warned of a possible typhoon the next day. It was my turn and I threw th
played, the thought of leaving school throbbed at the back of my mind like a persistent toothache.
‘Adeline!’ Ma-mien Valentino was calling.
