Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 241

Even though I love Ma, I never will love her as much as I did to Ba. One of my fondest memory’s is when I was six and
sitting on Ba’s lap. He was telling me the story of Hua Mulan, the famous Chinese warrior who, against all odds fought
in battles despite being a woman. I loved that story, and insisted he told it again and again. However, as I got older, I
began to read on my own and Ba’s stories became a distant memory. I lost interest in reading and listening to old
Chinese tales and wanted to read the English storybooks that my classmate’s read. I was fascinated with their culture.
Their clothes, their food-their everything. But I’d never met one of them before. I felt a little embarrassed, ogling at her
as if she were in a zoo.