Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 315

I swam with all my strength till my toes kicked the sand.
The sun was setting, and I was hand in hand with Zhen, watching as the ship I’d been in my whole life
slowly faded into the horizon. I was in a foreign land, full of foreign people. I knew not of the languages or
customs. All I knew was that in this ravaged land I had a chance to start again.
And I have never felt so at home.