Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 2020complete | Page 64

“Wait a minute, did you just say that your great great grandma is Chantelle Jane?” I asked.
“Yeah. Though for generations they claimed that Chantelle had two daughters. One was called Robin, my
great grandma, who was left in Hong Kong when Chantelle and Susan. The other one, ran away to the
Greater Bay Area.” Dennis chuckled softly.
I could feel my face go pale, as blood gushed from my cheeks.
“Oh my gosh, Dennis, Chantelle is my great great grandma!”
“What? But… hold on, you must be Susan’s great granddaughter! Then I’m technically your… cousin!”
Dennis stammered.
“Seems like it.”
Dennis covered her mouth with her hands.
“Don’t worry, Dennis, I’ll take you back, and you can live with me.”
I couldn’t believe it either. How could her life be so different from mine? We were cousins!
I flipped open the pages of the book. The book that had taught me a lifelong lesson. Finally, just as I hoped
for, a sentence written neatly in cursive appeared on the page:
Shine your own light, follow your own path, to those who need help.