Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 354

Four weeks had passed. As determined by history, Parco’s great grandmother finally lost consciousness most of the time due to
her sickness. As there was no cure at that time, there was no help at all. As Parco sat beside his great grandmother, she said softly,
“One day when you were out, I saw…” Parco replied, “I know.” She simply smiled and then asked for the date, for she knew
her own fate, that she would die five days later.
It was August 27, 1920. Parco’s great grandmother was gone. It was also the time for Parco to go home. He had found the exact
temple that brought him here. He bid the last farewell to his great grandfather and grandfather, and then went inside the temple.
He walked straight to the statue of Buddha and touched the orb.
From that unbelievable encounter, Parco wrote a brief conclusion in his research project: “There are a lot of precious relics and
memoirs in the Old City of Shanghai that are worth our attention. But the most important of all is the affection that bonds
family members together in the city.”