When I wrote about my family for the Guardian in September 2007, I remember telling my whole family because I felt like it was the kind-of thing that would have made them proud, because I was raised in this way.
Instead I remember my aunt and my British uncle-in-law saying nothing positive about the article, as instead they told me that no, my grandmother had not been through the fabled Long March. There weren’t any comments about the actual article itself or that I had accomplished this at 21. I wish they could have said more.