Light filters through the skylights of my attic, exposing the specks of dust swirling in the air. A layer of musty air coats the dull wooden walls. An easel with a blank canvas stands in the middle of the room, under the light.

Blanche Lee crashes the scene in search of home truths. This is Part Two of Bon-Wai Chou’s story about family treasures and tensions.

Blanche Lee finds herself at odds with her dying grandmother, Madame Leung-Kett. This is Part One of Bon-Wai Chou’s story about family treasures and tensions.