Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 67

Xinbeimen street because we could not find a taxi,when we found one the taxi driver barely understood English so
we got out and tried to find another one luckily he could speak English. When we got home it was already late
from the long wait for a taxi. we fell asleep immediately.
The next morning, we woke up with a buzzing sound it was the radio, so we hit it then it started saying how
hundreds of people in Poland were killed. When we had breakfast we kept on thinking about Poland and suddenly
while we were eating in Yi cafe a crazy Man started screaming” it’s 1942 Japanese are here take cover” I started
getting really scared I never knew about this neither did my Mum.
We just followed what other what every else was doing nothing happened until a Japanese soldier burst into the
restaurant everyone kept quiet we were hiding in a secret door that Leads into the street. The soldier kept on
getting closer to the door so we went out the back door and rushed back to our house. Some of the people got
caught but luckily we didn't,my Dad was so lucky that he couldn't go to the restaurant because he had an injured
leg so we had to tell him when we told him he started getting so scared because we live so near to that restaurant.
We wanted to walk at so we walked down to Fuzhou road and hoped we escaped luckily we did but not for long.
We got caught but also not for long because the Soldier felt bad for us so he Let us go.
Five years later, I married a man named Bob Morrison. We had a little boy and three more little girls. We love
them so much. Their names are Lucas, Olivia, Isabella and Amy. Now they have all grown and have jobs and
families of their own. They all live in Shanghai.