Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 377

“Don’t you have eyes!” he yelled. He hit the bottle of whisky on the young boy’s head. The boy’s poor head bled. A
loud whistle was heard, everybody was stunned, the police officer came. Threatened by the policeman and angry
town people, the evil foreigner fled and left the old town.
Grandpa Wu and Grandma Ling passed by and tried to help the poor young boy. “Where are your parents?” asked
Grandma Ling. The boy answered with sadness in his eyes, “My parents died because of the cholera disease a week
ago. I have no home to go back to.” Grandpa Wu replied, “You are welcome to stay with us if you wish.” Grandma
Ling echoed, “We will take good care of you.”
Finally, the young boy took the hands of Grandpa Wu and Grandma Ling and they returned home. And they lived
happily ever after.