Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 488

“ Can you get it please?” Mother asked.
“ Ok sure.” I replied.
I went to the door and opened it. Out stood a woman with blue eyes with curly hair. It didn’t look like she was a Shanghai citizen.
“ Who are you?” I asked.
The woman burst out laughing.” Oh goodness, didn’t your mom introduce you to me before? Of course, I am your Auntie Minnie
but you can call me Aunt Min if you want. So since your mother is about to go to watch a show, do you want to go for a walk for
some fresh air? It’s way too stuffy in here!”
“ Ok.” I answered.
“ Have a good time!” Mother called from above.
Aunt Min and I walked past Xujiahui road, as we turned around, we came face to face with the Jing’an Temple. The roof looked
like a multiple of hats. The temple was gold and red, the gold gleamed in the sunlight reflecting like a thousand crystals up on the
roof. This sight took my breath away.
“ Come on Lin! This temple was just built twenty to thirty years ago and it is an amazing place!” Aunt Min called.
I followed her in the temple. Right in front of me sat a huge statue of a Buddha. I never seen a Buddha before since most of the
time we stayed in our shabby inn and never went close to the city. Mother only showed me a picture of it, but it is surprising to see
a real life Buddha.
The temple was dark and stuffy and there was nobody in there except for us. We turned around the corner and came face to face
with three Buddha statues.
“ This is starting to get a little creepy…” I murmured.
One Buddha stared at us as we did something wrong. But of course, it wasn’t real. Aunt Min, who didn’t think anything was
beginning to get strange, snapped,” Hey! Stop disrespecting the Buddha. Lean down!”