Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 2020complete | Page 62

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.