Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 7

well? We took a big group photograph together. Everyone, was smiling, not a single one was not. As I watched the
last group of Jewish people were on board, and the ship became smaller and smaller, my heart dropped down. Bye,
Bye…
Ah. My wonderful, legendary memories in old Shanghai. I open my eyes again and look outside. A tear drops on my
album. I give the picture one more look and close it. Although I am living in a small apartment on my own, but I
know that there is no boundary for love. It is my 100 th birthday, but no one, would remember my birthday, and no
one, would celebrate my birthday.