Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 2020 | Page 10

Fiction – Group 2
full of kids coming to see their parents. The room was old and dirty with metal tables. I
looked around and saw my dad handcuffed to the table. I was shocked. But I raced across the
room and wrapped my arms around him so tight he not even not breathe. I had missed him
so much.
I started to ask him about prison. He wanted to know what had happened to me. I felt so
bad for him in such a horrible place.
Suddenly the guard yelled, “TWO MORE MINUTES!”
I hugged Dad again as hard as I could. The time was up, the guard pulled Dad away. I
took one last glimpse as he disappeared.
I didn’t want to leave. But Jing whispered, “It’s going to be okay.”
Back at St Christopher’s, I decided to take action and write a letter to the government
leaders. Dad’s job was actually helping the government to develop the Greater Bay Area. There
was no way that he would be a protester if he was involved with a government project. I spent
hours working on my letter because I knew it was the best chance to get him out of jail.
After an anxious two weeks, I received a letter. I opened it. Dad was being released from
jail. I was overwhelmed with happiness although I knew Dad would be even more thrilled.
That afternoon, Dad appeared at the door. I ran to hug him. I was happier than a
footballer scoring a hattrick.
Dad smiled and said, “Come on, Ana. Let’s go home!”
“But we don’t have one,” I muttered.
He said, “Don’t worry.”
When we went back home I saw everything was just as we left it. I realised how lucky I
was to have such a great Dad in my life.
10 years later, we rebuilt our life. Dad still works for the government and received an award for the
most respected citizen of the Greater Bay Area. Jing and I have been best friends ever since those days.
We even made a charity to help kids whose parents are in jail called, The Blue Bus.
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