Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 80

Kaiser’s wish had come true. The story was shared indeed, and it was shared with her. But could she really call
herself the next generation of great-great-great-something-grandmother and grandfather when she didn’t even accept
her ethnicity, her identity?
She couldn’t.
The girl reached into the pocket of her pants and tightened her fingers around the cloth inside. Gently, she
pulled the white fabric out. It was just a cloth, after all. But its meaning was an entire different story. A story that she
had to tell, starting with herself. And with a small smile, Anna tied it to her arm.