"There were some shouts from the floating pavilion, and I strained to see faces of Amah, Baba, Mama. People were crowded on one side of the pavilion, leaning over, pointing, looking into our boat...A little girl pushed her way through some legs. 'That's not me!' she cried. 'I'm here. I didn't fall in the water.' The people in the boat roared with laughter and turned away" (Tan 26). -Sonia