She is for me a tiny little woman, of great beauty, all feminine and delicate.
Before I met her, I didn’t know much about China besides the movies of Bruce Lee and Jacky Chan, and the so-called “Chinese food” served in Americanized Chinese restaurants in Montreal.
I feel privileged that she has accepted to share her life with me. Each day, she opened herself up to me; let me discover more of her, of her culture, and of its people (Chinese people) who seemed so hermetic and inaccessible to me.
Despite her petite stature, she is a woman of mind, who demonstrated an incredible leadership. She has authenticity, intelligence, and wisdom. She is thoughtful, systematic, detailed, rationale, and has an impeccable logic. She has a sense to be organized and planned.
She loves to travel around the world, and to take pictures.
Not always patient, she needs a companion who’s balanced and understanding, to offset her own character that is sometimes explosive. She is quite demanding to herself as well as to those close to her. Nonetheless, she is a sensitive woman. She is just like most Chinese people, a reserved and introverted person.
I have great respect for her. She is part of my life, and I love her very much.