Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 4

“M-my mother raised me to be creative, if I saw a newspaper, I could make a hat, an airplane, or a sword. And that
was just three out of a million possibilities!” He continued naturally. Automatically feeling more and more confident.
“My father raised me to be a generous man, he-” The sentence was split by a thunderous scowl.
“Enough! Did I ask you to tell me that much?” Brian didn’t know anything about this man, but one thing he knew
was that he had anger control issues. A part of him giggled at the saying of that. Slowly breathing in and out of his
body, the man said, “I cannot hear more of your tragic story. I see you were raised with love, then abandoned
carelessly. It is a pity tha-”
“Do not say a word against my parents!” Brian shouted out with rage. “I know that it looks like they abandoned me,”
Brian continued, this time losing confidence as he went on. “But I know it’s not.” At that moment, the man stared
curiously into Brian’s eyes. He held up a piece of note from his pocket. It was his parent’s farewell to Brian. The
coordinates. A sudden grin spread across the man’s face. “Always unpredictable, just like your father.” A tsunami
struck Brian’s mind. Clearing everything he thought he had known. “We have a lot to talk about, come, time is not
so abundant.” With a grin on his face Brian stepped towards the man. This was his first step…