Ruby's wish

Ruby’s Wish
If you walk down a certain road in a certain city in China, past the pet market with its yellow-and-green ricebirds hopping in their bamboo cages, and the goldfish and the terrapins in their porcelain bowl, you will come to a block of houses, five houses wide and seven houses deep. Many families live here now, and the buildings are brown with age and dirt. But if you look closely, you will see that, once upon a time, this was all one house, the magnificent house of one family.
The house was built by an old man who returned from the Gold Mountain. That was what the Chinese called California, when many men left to join the Gold Rush there and few came back again. But as I said, this man did come back, and he came back very rich. And he did what rich men did in old China: he married many wives. His wives had many sons, and these sons also had many wives. So at one time, the house was filled with the shrieks and laughter of over one hundred children.
Amongst these children was a little girl that everyone called Ruby, because she loved the colour red. In China, red is the colour of celebration. On New Years’ Day, children receive red envelopes full of good-luck money. Brides wear red on their wedding day. But Ruby insisted on wearing red every day. Even when her mother
made her wear sombre colours like all her other cousins, Ruby would tie up her jet-black hair with red ribbons. Because he had so many grandchildren, Ruby’s grandfather hired a teacher to come to the house. Any grandchild who wanted to learn could join the classes. This was unusual in China in those days, when most girls were never taught to read or write.
Whenever the weather was fine, classes were held in the garden. The windows of Ruby’s grandfather’s office opened on to that garden. Often, he would rise from his desk to gaze out of his window at his grandchildren.
One day, Ruby’s grandfather looked down from his window to see the high white wall of the garden plastered with calligraphy. His grandchildren had been practicing their handwriting. Ruby’s grandfather laughed to see that many had smudged ink on their hands and faces!
Then he noticed a sheet that was more beautiful then the rest. Which of his grandchildren had produced such wonderful calligraphy? Down in the garden, the teacher was praising Ruby. Her ears were turning as bright red as her jacket. But if Ruby was doing as well as her boy cousins in her studies, she had to work much harder. When the boys had finished their studies for the day, they were free to play. But the girls had to learn about cooking and keeping house. In fact, as far as their mothers were concerned, these were the only things girls had to learn. One by one, the girls stopped going to the classes. All except Ruby. She would catch up on her embroidery at night. Many nights, her candle flickered long after everyone else had gone to bed.
One day, the children were asked to write a poem. Ruby wrote:
Alas, bad luck to be born a girl;
worse luck to be born into this house
where only boys are cared for.
Ruby’s teacher was very impressed by the poem. He showed it to Ruby’s grandfather. Ruby’s grandfather was also impressed, but he was worried about what
the poem said. He summoned Ruby to his office. Ruby found her grandfather sitting in his chair, her poem spread open on his desk.
“Did you write this poem?” asked Ruby’s grandfather.
“Yes, I did, Grandfather,” answered Ruby.
“Do you really think that in this house we only care for boys?”
“Oh no, Grandfather,” said Ruby, very sorry that she upset him. “You take good care of all of us, and for that we are all grateful.”
“Little Ruby,” her grandfather said gently, “I really would like to know why you wrote this poem. How are the boys better looked after?”
“Well,” said Ruby, trying to think of a small, unimportant thing. “When it is the Moon Festival and we are each given half a moon cake, the boys always get the half with the yellow moon yolk.”
“Hmmm,” said her grandfather, as if he was still waiting. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” continued Ruby, “and when it is the Lantern Festival, the girls are given simple paper lanterns but the boys have red lanterns in the shapes of goldfish, cockerels and dragons.”
Ruby’s grandfather chuckled. He’d never thought about it before. He could imagine how much Ruby would have liked a red lantern.
“But most importantly,” said Ruby, staring hard at her red shoes, “the boys will get to go to university, but the girls will be married.”
“Don’t you want to be married?” asked her grandfather. “You know, you are very lucky. A daughter of this house can marry any man.”
“I know, Grandfather,” said Ruby, “but I’d much rather go to university.”
Ruby’s grandfather touched her hair. “Thank you for talking to me, Ruby,” he said. “Go on with your lessons. Make the most of them while you can.”
So Ruby went on with her lessons. Some of the boys grew up and went away to university. Some stayed in the house and started families of their own. But when they grew up, all the girls were married and sent away to live in their husbands’ homes. Ruby knew it would soon be her turn. In the ponds, Ruby could see the orange-and-
white carps gulping for bread under a thin layer of ice. It would soon be Chinese New Year. Ruby felt sure it would be her last one at home.
On New Year’s Day, Ruby put on red velvet shoes and tied red ribbons in her hair. Then she went to wish everyone a happy new year. She started with her married cousins, then worked her way up through her parents, aunts and uncles. Each one gave her a red packet full of lucky money. Finally, she bowed before her grandfather. “Good luck and prosperity, Grandfather,” she said.
“Good luck, little Ruby,” replied her grandfather, and he handed her a very fat red packet.
Ruby could feel the eyes of all her family on her as she opened the lucky red envelope. Can you guess what was in it? It wasn’t money, it was something much better than that.
It was a letter from a university, saying that they would be proud to accept Ruby as one of their very first female students.
So that’s how Ruby got her wish. It’s a true story. And how do I know this? Well, Ruby is my grandmother, and every day she still wears a little red.
Shirin Yim Bridges
Ruby’s Wish
San Francisco, Chronicle Books, 2002