Amy tried not to dwell on the fact that she was adopted. Of course, she knew. She had always known. For one thing, she was Asian - an almond-eyed exotic orchid in the middle of a family of blond American daisies.
Also, there were the snippets of memory. The little flashes, like scenes from old movies, would usually come when she was lying in bed trying to go to sleep. Amy had been adopted as a three year old. She was twelve now, but she had these vague memories. A smiling Chinese woman - her mother? Mountains. A fall into a cold lake.
Amy tried to suppress the memories. They made her feel lost and lonely, and then guilty, as though she were betraying her family here in America.
So, Amy always did her best not to think about China, until the day that she got the note, and the dragon came crashing through the door.
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This is paraphrased selection from a screenplay I am working on...