Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 271

The sound of a desperate cry stopped Lin. It was her mother, looking bedraggled and clumsy for once. Any
ounce of grace or power she had exhibited before was gone. “Please, I’m sure we can sort something out; your father’s
just mad and you…”
“Mother, this is what I want. Please don’t try to stop me.” Lin looked at her mother, willing her mother to
understand.
Her mother stepped back, her eyes glimmering with tears, knowing how stubborn her daughter was.
“Then…stay safe, my dear. No matter what…I’ve always just wanted the best for you.”
Lin nodded, and gave her mother one last look.
Then, she stepped out of the confinements of her old life and into the crisp and busy street of Shanghai.