Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 129

like jigsaw pieces forming a complete oval rock. “Papa? Where is he?” She nearly dropped her mouth wide
open. I said, “You are his daughter, aren’t you? He longs to meet you!” With complicated feelings beyond
words, we led the lady to Yu Garden.
On the way, the lady told us her story, “It has already been thirty years…because of political unrest, my dad
had no choice but to bring me to a child care centre. Later, I was adopted by a rich couple”.
Not long after, we arrived at Yu Garden. We immediately led the lady to the bushes. Behind them the
old man was looking for us anxiously. We giggled and got out. “Hey, we found her!” I said. “Really?” he
answered. “And that’s not all...” Laura said, pushing the lady to move forward. “Papa,” she held her breath and
stammered. The old man closed his eyes and uttered, “Katie cat, I missed you terribly”. Katie gasped and
whispered, “I haven’t heard you call me that for so long.” Tears streamed down both of their faces. They
hugged each other tightly. “Remember that time when your buggy rolled off the hill into the village? “How
could I forget the moment when I was wailing and you chased me in your silly long pant！” They chatted
happily.
Laura and I walked away under the colourful sky at sunset, feeling proud of what we had done.