I remember growing up, if something had gone wrong I would analyse and make it all my fault. Then I would try to correct it, which is what I had been told to do.
The letter is a letter from Guangdong, from a “sister” of my grandma’s. When she returned from Malaya to Guangdong in the 1930s (and this is why I characterise myself as an island girl), she went back to her parents’ home-town.