Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 116

“Chen,” said Huiling trying to grab Chen’s attention.
“Yeah?” replied Chen.
“What are they building?” asked Huiling.
“Huh, what? Oh them ,” said Chen, “I guess they’re buildin’ their homes - like I should be doing.”
“But, why?” inquired Huiling curiously.
“Some of us lost our homes along with our family when those terrible people attacked,” Chen frowned trying to hide
her tears.
“I’m so sorry Chen,” said Huiling.
Chen shrugged and started walking towards the boat to get the wood scraps. Huiling sighed, hoping that her own
home was still there. Then she suddenly thought of her family and realised she should find her way home.
“Well, I’ll be finding my way back home now,” shouted Huiling waving at Chen, “Farewell Chen.”
Huiling walked towards what looked like the defensive walls in the distance, and heard a quiet “G’bye!” from far
behind. She turned around and spotted a small figure waving at her, she waved back.
The fog slowly parted and Huiling could see the defensive walls clearly. Huiling pushed open the heavy wooden door
with both hands. She sprinted towards her home, sighing with relief. Huiling opened the door and saw her mother on
the floor, sobbing.
“ Huiling !” cried Biyu, “ Never do that again! I found your pail outside the defensive walls, I told to stay within the
defensive walls!”
“Sorry,” Huiling said, “I’ll never do that again.”