Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 285

I laughed in surprise and shouted my name after him . I shouted so loud , I was sure the whole neighbourhood had heard me . With this boy , it seemed like I didn ' t care about what people thought of me anymore . I never saw him again and I hope he had a good life wherever he had sailed to . He deserved it .
I used to spend my days daydreaming and I still do actually . Although I no longer imagine a different life for myself , because I don ’ t yearn for any other life . I did use my imagination to think of my children ’ s names and I don ’ t chase the daydreams of their heads , I let it run wild . Because you shouldn ’ t need someone to come along and open your eyes to the world , they should already be open .