![]() For the first time in her life, Ah Ying had a home she could call her own. ![]() It hardly mattered that their great escape started by situating themselves just down the hill from the place she had fled. For a while, nobody knew where they were. She dashed away from the institution, rendezvousing with the man she loved. From the Mission Home’s perch on the hill, the vista led all the way to the deep blue bay and the fog that frequently crept in and blanketed the city. It was time Ah Ying took matters into her own hands. Today she saw a chance for the love she never thought she’d have. Today the eagle-eyed oversight at the Mission Home was lax. ![]() One of the freedoms she lacked was to choose with whom she could marry, live and start a family. She had all the clothing and food she needed from the institution’s matrons. Inside she was safe from the threats against her. The strikingly beautiful Chinese immigrant lived at the Mission Home on Sacramento Street in San Francisco. Ah Ying had a choice to make that would put her life on the line.
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