Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 243

“Leung , ” a heard a voice, “ I’m your father. My name is Leung Hang .” At that time, I
smiled.
“ Can you come with us?” I said and remembered the old lady who said, “ These special spears
have unpredictable powers.” So I took out the spears . The weapons glowed so bright and Dad answered
“Yes , yes … ” as he changed into an angel.
“ Hao , ” he said, “ I love you . P lease take care.”
“What is going on?” I asked and saw Uncle above Dad.
But there was no answer. Suddenly, Lee and I flew up and fell back o nto The United.
“Are you guys okay?” Leung asked.
“Fine.” I said.
So the secret had been revealed. Lao (Leung ) was my father. He died and transformed into a
ghost to find me. But during the search, he stole things from people and became our enemy. And at the
moment we united, his wish had come true so he could go to heaven with my uncle.
Dad, I miss you!