Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 2020complete | Page 60

He shouted, “ Cathrine Lou!”
Mum sprung up from her bed. As she saw the man her face dropped.
“Who are you?” I managed to mutter.
Suddenly, the man grabbed us and marched us down the stairs into a black car. The journey seemed like
hours. We finally stopped by a white building. We were taken inside. Fancy chandeliers hung from the
ceiling. We stepped into a room full of people.
A tall slim woman shouted, “Ming and Catherine, please sit down.”
Another man pointed to two chairs in the middle of the room.
“Why have you been putting posters all around the Greater Bay Area?”
“Because we want our home back!” Mum answered.
“But actually it’s our land,” he pounded. “You are using the land but not giving anything back in return.”
Suddenly an idea popped into my head, “Well, we could sell all our left over fish in the market!” Mum’s
eyes sparked with excitement!
“What a good idea!” the woman said. She looked at the guard and said, “Take these nice people back to
their homes.” He nodded and walked us out.
Back home I could smell the salty air. More villagers returned to their homes. But there was still no sign of
Dad. Out of nowhere, a hand waved at us. It was Dad! I ran to him and gave him a huge hug.
From then on, the Tanka people sold fish to the markets.
Ming has since become a legend and hero to the Tanka people.