Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 294

The Reunion
London was busy as usual, people were rushing around, tourists were taking photos. As the British family
reached Westminster Abbey, they were eagerly looking around. The young Chinese girl, Rose was
nervously peeking out from behind her black, silky fringe. Questions and fears were swirling around her
mind.
Finally, they found a bench and sat down but the chinese girl was up, pacing back and forth wondering
whether they would turn up.
“What time is it mum?”
“5 minutes after the last time you asked…” she replied kindly.
The next moment, a nervous looking Chinese couple approached the bench… “Little Flower”, the man
with very kind eyes was muttering as he slowly walked towards Rose, he had no doubt she was his child.
“Chunhua”, he whispered. Rose tentatively stepped forward, searching his eyes before embracing him, it all
happened so fast but also felt like the earth had stopped. The next moment, arms were reaching around her
from all directions, mothers were sobbing, dads crying, brothers standing awkwardly.
Rose took a step back and found herself facing an older-looking version of herself, she had exactly the same
eyes, she realised it was her real mum. She pulled her into a tight hug and over her shoulder she could see
her dad shaking hands with her ‘dad’, and Dylan and Chen awkwardly embracing.
The girl felt like a mythical creature, like she had changed into someone else, she somehow felt complete.
The families found a cafe and huddled around a table. The British Mother pulled out a family photo-album
and Rose placed the huge book “Journey to the West” in front of her Chinese father, a single tear dropped
down, splashing the cover.