Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 2020complete | Page 131

The market incorporated all the good things from Hong Kong, Macao, and mainland China, so I loved it.
There were numerous stalls selling knick- knacks, and food stalls along with others.
In the distance, I could hear the bunch of gamblers talking and laughing while they walked to the casino.
Casinos. I thought, a speciality of Macao.
Ping--
A ping from my phone reminded me of my family. It was a text from my mom, telling me to get back to
have breakfast with them.
Oookay.
I looked around the market again, reveling in the atmosphere. I smiled, but for no apparent reason. Picking
up my pace, I hurried back to the house.
Before, when I thought about this place, all I thought was, I hate this place. I detest it. But now, I realize,
that
maybe this place really isn’t so bad after all.