"So," said Chi Lan's grandfather "you have never written in Chinese before?" He asked James, handing him a paintbrush. "No." He replied, taking it & setting it down as he tied his hair in a small ponytail "I've never had a reason to." "& now you have?" The elderly man retorted. "Yeah." James picked up his brush, dipped it in black paint & followed his tutors strokes. "What changed your mind?" He asked. "Well... There's someone I love-" "Say no more" he cut off "that is good reason."