Then my father poked his chopsticks just below the fish eye and plucked out the soft meat. “Amy, your favorite,” he said, offering me the tender fish cheek. I wanted to disappear.
In the last sentence of this excerpt, Amy Tan's words reveal that she is
Wishing that she wasn't sitting there. She wishes she was somewhere else, because she doesn't want to tell her father the truth (that she doesn't like fish!)
