QUOTE : His voice jolted Zoe out of her memories. Eyes fixed on the elegant bridge that arced over the Golden Gate, she recalled Uncle Yuan’s words as they sailed into San Francisco Bay: “Old Gold Mountain will give you a bright future.” Chasing their destiny, Chinese had called San Francisco Old Gold Mountain since the 1840s gold rush. But Zoe knew she was different from the dreamers of a hundred years ago. “I’m seeking knowledge, modern science, and technology, not gold,” she told herself. After the horror of the Japanese occupations and the chaos of China’s civil war, she’d been so happy in San Francisco. But after reading her father’s letter, even the glorious March day, with the bay a sea of diamonds under the bright sun, couldn’t ease her distress. Gloom descended and her eyes filled with tears. What a beautiful city, but I must leave you.