As time passed it felt like she was stuck in an hourglass watching as the last of the sand was pouring over her head, smothering her.
Everyday she went through the motions of living, wearing a mask through the day until she reached the night when she would cry in her pillow quietly until she slept. Though sleep always came in bursts, nightmares featuring Liang Ju-Long and her kidnappers plagued her constantly, but now there was no Jian to comfort her, so she learned to to cope.
Li Hua was sitting behind her, in her cushioned electric wheelchair, watching as she decorated their Christmas tree with a sad look in her eyes.
It had always been their tradition to style it up together and hang the bright cheery lights as a family, but now there was only Chang to do it, Li Hua could only spectate now, and Hénri was gone.
The silence as she worked felt a little stifling, at one time the house had been a place of joy filled with the sounds of laughter and music, now it was cold and silent most of the time.
Chang was unaware of this trying to lose herself in the monotonous task and bring a little Christmas joy to their house for her mom's last one. She pulled out every box that her father had labeled, decorating every inch of the house and especially adorning the tree.
"Xiao, Xie, will you put on a song please." Li Hua was unable to bear the silence any more, and asked for some music. She was glad Chang could still understand her words as it had sounded more like "Hao Hie, whill yhew pud ahn sohng puhlee" with her deteriorating speech.
"Of course mom, do you want some Christmas music from the radio or one of the records?" Chang got down from the ladder, and turned with a radiant smile on her face.
"Will you put on one of the records please, some Al Green, he was always one of your father's favorites."
Chang's smile faltered for only a moment before it came back in full force. "Of course, give me a moment."
Chang rifled through the alphabetical collection of records her father had collected and grabbed the first with the desired name. There were several baskets, as her father had loved music and to dance.
Every Friday night Chang from as young as she could remember she could remember them putting on records and dancing together late into the night, holding each other close. When she was a little girl she had dreamed about finding a man like that, who would hold her close and dance through the night with her.
As Chang walked back in she vaguely heard the song that came on.
Chang stumbled as the words hit her, and fell down to her knees. Li Hua came into the room hearing the commotion to see Chang kneeling there, her eyes wide as her tears fell like large pearls from her eyes.
"Even though he was always so busy, and we didn't really know each other at first, he always made time for me. I told him once about how you and dad used to dance through the night. The next night he set up some music and danced with me, even though I'm not really good.
"I stepped on his toes tons of times, but he didn't care, he still danced with me and held me close.
"I've been trying to tell myself I don't miss him but I really do. Everday. I can't stop."
"You don't have to, this is normal, just don't lose hope Xiao Xie."
"I'm trying mom, I'm trying." Chang wiped the tears away with the back of her hand trying to banish her moment of weakness. She tried to put a smile on her face as she turned back to look at her mom.