The Year of the Three Sisters

By Andrea Cheng and Patrice Barton

Astute Anna discovers that sisterhood really can cross continents and cultures in this heartwarming fourth book in the Anna Wang series. Patrice Barton's lively and warm illustrations bring Anna's story to life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Open Road Integrated Media
• Release date: Apr 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9780544556874

Andrea Cheng

Andrea Cheng is the author of several children’s books, including the acclaimed middle-grade Anna Wang series critics call "gentle," "accessible," and "just right." Though she passed away in 2015, her books will continue to inspire readers. Visit her website at andreacheng.com.

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Copyright © 2015 by Andrea Cheng

Illustrations copyright © 2015 by Patrice Barton

All rights reserved. For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to [e-mail] or to Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 3 Park Avenue, 19th Floor, New York, New York 10016.

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The Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows:

Cheng, Andrea.

The year of the three sisters / by Andrea Cheng ; illustrated by Patrice Barton.

p. cm.

Sequel to: Year of the fortune cookie.

Summary: Twelve-year-old Anna’s friend Andee spearheads a campaign to bring Fan from China to Cincinnati on a year-long cultural exchange, but before Fan even arrives Anna is concerned that Andee and Fan are too different to get along.

1. Chinese Americans—Juvenile fiction. [1. Chinese Americans—Fiction. 2. Friendship—Fiction. 3. Foreign study—Fiction.] I. Barton, Patrice, 1955– illustrator. II. Title.

PZ7.C41943Yk 2015

[Fic]—dc23

2014013599

ISBN 978-0-544-34427-3 hardcover

ISBN 978-0-544-66849-2 paperback

eISBN 978-0-544-55687-4

v3.0617

To the Wu family

—A.C.

To Lily

—P. B.

Pronunciation Guide

Sun – Tai yang (Tie yang)  [Image]

Hot – Re (re)  [Image]

Yellow – Huang se (hwang se)  [Image]

Melon – Gua (gwa)  [Image]

Playground – You le chang (yo le chang)  [Image]

Ice Cream – Bing qi ling (bing ji ling)  [Image]

Welcome – Huan ying (hwan ying)  [Image]

How was your flight? – Lu shang zen me yang (loo shang ze me yang)  [Image]

Good – Hao (how)  [Image]

Thank you – Xie xie (shay shay)  [Image]

Very tired – Tai Lei Le (tie lay le)  [Image]

Grandfather (mother’s side) – Wai gong (why gong) [Image]

or Gong Gong (gong gong)   [Image]

Grandmother (mother’s side) – Wai po (why po) [Image]

or Po Po  [Image]

Badminton – Yu mao qiu (oo mao chio)  [Image]

Sorry – Dui bu qi (duay bu chi)  [Image]

Residence permit – Hu kou (Hu ko)  [Image]

Goodbye – Zai jian (zsai jian)  [Image]

Sister (older) –  Jie jie (je je)  [Image]

Dad – Ba ba (ba ba)  [Image]

Chapter One

A Plan

My mom doesn’t believe in air conditioning. It’s not healthy, she says, to go from hot to cold. So I stand in front of the window fan, waving my shirt to dry the sweat.

I sit down at my desk and reread the letter that came yesterday from Fan, my waitress friend in China.

Dear Anna,

I am sorry it takes me so long to answer. Thank you for telling me about the presentation to your school. I am embarrassed that you present me but I am proud too. In your last letter you ask about my summer. Summer season the hotel is very busy so there are many tables to clean and now I am a cooker in the kitchen too. You ask how is my brother. He is fine. He plays all day but I give him homework so he can be a good student, better than me. My mother is fine but my father hurt from his job (his back). He is builder and the materials are very heavy. Sorry I cannot explain in English. I hope you understand.

I will give you a small Chinese lesson with summer season words:

Sun—tai yang

[Image]

Hot—re

[Image]

Yellow color—huang ze

[Image]

Melon—gua

[Image]

Playground—you le chang

[Image]

Ice cream—bing ji ling

[Image]

Please send me English lesson. I still dream to learn English more. Then I can work better in the hotel like at the desk in the lobby. That is the word in my dictionary. Is it correct?

Now I am tired. Thank you, my friend.

Yours truly,

Fan

PS: Here is my try poem in English:

You are my friend

Far away

But sun rises in East

Goes away in West

We are one world,

Sisters.

I love the way Fan calls her verse a try poem. I open the small photo album I put together after my trip to China this past December. The last page has a picture of Fan the day I left, wearing her waitress uniform and smiling shyly at the camera. I look more closely at her face, but it’s impossible to tell what she is thinking. Fan asked me lots of questions about America, and she loved looking at photos of my family. She said she would like to visit, but then when I asked her if she could really come someday, she said, For you it is easy to get on an airplane. But for me it is not possible.

I take a sheet of paper out of my desk drawer:

Dear Fan,

Thank you for your letter. I really like your poem. I wish I could write that well in Chinese.

In the morning I am helping my teacher take care of the baby she adopted in China.

The phone rings and I go into the hallway to answer it. Hey, Anna. Andee’s deep voice is so different from everyone else’s I know.

I thought you were still in Vermont!

I came back a week early. Can I come over?

Andee is suntanned and her curly hair is lighter than before. She has on long boy shorts and a green T-shirt, and she looks taller. She hugs me, and we head up to my room. When I ask Andee about Vermont, she says, My grandparents enrolled me in this outdoor adventure thing, which was fine, but the kids . . . I don’t know, I just felt like I didn’t have anything in common with anyone.

So you left early?

Andee nods, then reaches for her backpack. I brought you something. She hands me a tiny bottle of Genuine Vermont Maple Syrup.

I hold the bottle up so it catches the sunlight. How did you know I love miniature things?

Andee smiles. Just a guess. What were you doing when I called?

Writing back to my friend in China. I show Andee the letter from Fan, and her eyes move quickly over the words.

So while I was climbing mountains with a bunch of rich teenagers, your friend was cleaning tables in a hotel. Andee sees the photo of Fan. We’re almost the same age, aren’t we?

She’s a year older, I think.

A sophomore?

She had to drop out after eighth grade. As soon as I say the word drop out, I think of kids who fail their classes. Fan had to leave school to earn money for her family, I explain.

I wish we could give them the money my grandparents wasted on that adventure camp. Andee turns to me. Hey, maybe Fan could go to high school here for a year. Then she’d really learn English.

It’s hard for me to imagine Fan in the front hallway at Fenwick High School, surrounded by American students. The only places she has ever been, she told