Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 128
“I told you so,” said Mum. “You can’t judge food by just looking at it, just like you can’t judge a
book by reading it’s cover!”
I frowned at her. I tried another one. A burst of milky sauce leaked into my mouth. It tasted
scrumptious! I enjoyed the rest of the meal so much that I didn’t want to leave the restaurant. It was my
turning point.
From then on, things were much easier. I made friends and I learnt the language. I soon came to
love Lisbon.