Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 2020complete | Page 362

We had to move in two days, a policeman had to come to every apartment in my building and make sure that
every family had moved out. He came to our house just as we were about to leave. He looked around the house
he checked the living room, my parents’ bedroom then my room. He looked at all my paintings and started
crying. With a small smile he held one of them, looked me in the eyes, and said, “You can make a change, I
believe in you, you can do it.”
The policeman ran outside, we all sat on the couch trying to figure out what just happened. A few minutes later I
looked out the window. On the buildings, on the big screens I couldn't see any contentious signs. I saw all my
paintings and thousands of people staring at them smiling, and in that moment I knew that everything was going
to be okay.