“If there’s a reason to get into politics… It’s you.”
He was getting into his dress, when I said this to him. A blue and white cheongsam that we had tailored [altered] to hug his contours. He was upset about… I don’t know, the dress? But he had an outburst:
“I have to get into a good dress, for my husband!”
I looked at him. He had that same fire in his eyes as he had for his father.
“I have to fight, for you!”