From Chinese Cinderella - Adeline Yen Mah
A neglected daughter wins her father's approval through academic success
Growing up in a wealthy family in 1950s Hong Kong, Mah should have had an
enviable childhood, but she was rejected by her dominating stepmother and
despised by her brothers and sisters. She was sent to a boarding school and left
there. In this extract from her autobiography she relates one of the few
occasions when she went home.
[1]
Time went by relentlessly and it was Saturday again. Eight weeks more and it would be
the end of term ... in my case perhaps the end of school forever.
[2]
Four of us were playing Monopoly. My heart was not in it and I was losing steadily.
Outside it was hot and there was a warm wind blowing. The radio warned of a possible
typhoon the next day. It was my turn and I threw the dice. As I played, the thought of
leaving school throbbed at the back of my mind like a persistent toothache.
[3]
'Adeline!' Ma-mien Valentino was calling.
[4]
'You can't go now,' Mary protested. 'For once I'm winning. One, two, three, four. Good!
You've landed on my property. Thirty-five dollars, please. Oh, good afternoon, Mother
Valentino!'
[5]
We all stood up and greeted her.
[6]
'Adeline, didn't you hear me call you? Hurry up downstairs! Your chauffeur is waiting to
take you home!'
[7]
Full of foreboding, I ran downstairs as in a nightmare, wondering who had died this time.
Father's chauffeur assured me everyone was healthy.
[8]
'Then why are you taking me home?' I asked.
[9]
'How should I know?' he answered defensively, shrugging his shoulders. 'Your guess is
as good as mine. They give the orders and I carry them out.'
[10]
During the short drive home, my heart was full of dread and I wondered what I had done
wrong. Our car stopped at an elegant villa at mid-level, halfway up the hill between the
peak and the harbour.
[11]
'Where are we?' I asked foolishly.
[12]
'Don't you know anything?' the chauffeur replied rudely. 'This is your new home. Your
parents moved here a few months ago.'
[13]
'I had forgotten,' I said as I got out.
[14]
Ah Gum opened the door. Inside, it was quiet and cool.
[15]
'Where is everyone?'
[16]
'Your mother is out playing bridge. Your two brothers and Little Sister are sunbathing by
the swimming-pool. Your father is in his room and wants to see you as soon as you get
home.'
[17]
'See me in his room?' I was overwhelmed by the thought that I had been summoned by
Father to enter the Holy of Holies — a place to which I had never been invited. Why? ...
[18]
Timidly, I knocked on the door. Father was alone, looking relaxed in his slippers and
bathrobe, reading a newspaper. He smiled as I entered and I saw he was in a happy
mood. I breathed a small sigh of relief at first but became uneasy again when I wondered
why he was being so nice, thinking, Is this a giant ruse on his part to trick me? Dare I
let my guard down?
[19]
'Sit down! Sit down!' He pointed to a chair. 'Don't look so scared. Here, take a look at
this! They're writing about someone we both know, I think.'
[20]
He handed me the day's newspaper and there, in one corner, I saw my name ADELINE
YEN in capital letters prominently displayed.
[21]
'It was announced today that 14-year-old Hong Kong schoolgirl ADELINE JUN-LING YEN
of Sacred Heart Canossian School, Caine Road, Hong Kong, has won first prize in the
International Play-writing Competition held in London, England, for the 1951—1952
school year. It is the first time that any local Chinese student from Hong Kong has won
such a prestigious event. Besides a medal, the prize comes with a cash reward of FIFTY
ENGLISH POUNDS. Our sincere congratulations, ADELINE YEN, for bringing honour to
Hong Kong. We are proud of you'.
[22]
Is it possible? Am I dreaming? Me, the winner?
[23]
'I was going up the lift this morning with my friend C.Y. Tung when he showed me this
article and asked me, "Is the winner Adeline Jun-ling Yen related to you? The two of you
have the same uncommon last name." Now C.Y. himself has a few children about your
age but so far none of them has won an international literary prize, as far as I know. So
I was quite pleased to tell him you are my daughter. Well done!'
[24]
He looked radiant. For once, he was proud of me. In front of his revered colleague,
C.Y. Tung, a prominent fellow businessman also from Shanghai, I had given him face. I
thought, Is this the big moment I have been waiting for? My whole being vibrated with
all the joy in the world. I only had to stretch out my hand to reach the stars.
[25]
'Tell me, how did you do it?' he continued. 'How come you won?'
[26]
'Well, the rules and regulations were so very complicated. One really has to be dedicated
just to understand what they want. Perhaps I was the only one determined enough to
enter and there were no other competitors!'
[27]
He laughed approvingly. 'I doubt it very much but that's a good answer.'
[28]
'Please, Father,' I asked boldly, thinking it was now or never. 'May I go to university in
England too, just like my brothers?'
[29]
'I do believe you have potential. Tell me, what would you study?'
[30]
My heart gave a giant lurch as it dawned on me that he was agreeing to let me go. How
marvellous it was simply to be alive! Study? I thought. Going to England is like entering
heaven. Does it matter what you do after you get to heaven?
[31]
But Father was expecting an answer. What about creative writing? After all, I had just
won first prize in an international writing competition!
[32]
'I plan to study literature. I'll be a writer.'
[33]
'Writer!' he scoffed. 'You are going to starve! What language are you going to write in
and who is going to read your writing? Though you may think you're an expert in both
Chinese and English, your Chinese is actually rather elementary. As for your English,
don't you think the native English speakers can write better than you?'
[34]
I waited in silence. I did not wish to contradict him.
[35]
'You will go to England with Third Brother this summer and you will go to medical school.
After you graduate, you will specialise in
obstetrics1
. Women will always be having
babies. Women patients prefer women doctors. You will learn to deliver their babies.
That's a foolproof profession for you. Don't you agree?'
[36]
Agree? Of course I agreed. Apparently, he had it all planned out. As long as he let me go
to university in England, I would study anything he wished. How did that line go in
Wordsworth's poem? Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive.
[37]
'Father, I shall go to medical school in England and become a doctor. Thank you very,
very much.'
Overall PAVLS Analysis
Click each element below to explore how Mah uses these techniques throughout the passage
P
Purpose
A
Audience
V
Voice
L
Language
S
Structure
Purpose - Why Mah Wrote This
Mah's purposes evolve through the passage:
To show childhood neglect:
"I had forgotten" - Shows how excluded she was from family
To explore cultural values:
"I had given him face" - Importance of status in Chinese culture
To show female limitation:
"That's a foolproof profession for you" - Gender expectations
Audience - Who She's Writing For
Mah addresses multiple audiences:
Western readers unfamiliar with Chinese culture:
Explains concepts like "face", provides Hong Kong context
Those who experienced family rejection:
Universal emotions of seeking parental approval
Young women facing limitations:
Shows compromise between ambition and restriction
Voice - How Her Tone Changes
Notice Mah's evolving voice:
Fearful child:
"Full of foreboding" - Constant anxiety about punishment
Disbelieving winner:
"Is it possible? Am I dreaming?" - Cannot believe success
Ecstatic daughter:
"My heart gave a giant lurch" - Physical joy
Compliant survivor:
"Of course I agreed" - Pragmatic acceptance
Language - Technical Choices
Mah's language creates vivid effects:
Physical metaphors:
"throbbed... like a persistent toothache" - Makes anxiety physical
Religious imagery:
"Holy of Holies", "entering heaven" - Sacred transformation
Celestial metaphor:
"stretch out my hand to reach the stars" - Dreams within reach
Literary allusion:
"Bliss was it in that dawn" - Wordsworth reference
Structure - How It's Organised
The passage's structure builds dramatic tension:
Fear to triumph:
Opens with dread, peaks with achievement
Pivotal moment:
"For once, he was proud of me" - Everything changes
Dream crushed and rebuilt:
Writing dream denied, medical career imposed
Pragmatic resolution:
"Thank you very, very much" - Accepts compromise gratefully