My animals were separated by four mending Bonsai. Most had severed branches like amputees. One had a long crack in its main trunk and was slowly dying. All its leaves had gone, scattered like litter. It had taken Fernando and his men more than two weeks to repair the irrigation system and rebuild and reinforce the whole hill after the Landslide. Instead of waiting for another Bonsai Room to be built, Mom had immediately replanted those Bonsais that were strong enough. Six Bonsai had been lost completely. Sometimes, I thought Mom looked for them without realizing. At different moments I found her by the Landslide, lost in stillness, her green eyes searching in a way that seemed if she did not see at all.
[Excerpt Landslide, Page 59]