The mother accepted this and closed her eyes. The sword came down and slicked back and forth, up and down, whish! whish! whish! And the mother screamed and shouted, cried out in terror and pain. But when she opened her eyes, she saw no blood, no shredded flesh.
The girl said, "Do you see now?"
The mother nodded: "Now I have perfect understanding. I have already experienced the worst. After this, there is no worst possible thing."
And the daughter said, "Now you must come back, to the other side. Then you can see why you were wrong."
And the girl grabbed her mother's hand and pulled her through the wall.
~Lena St. Clair: The Voice from the Wall. The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan