Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Winners 2020 | Page 13

Hong Kong Young Writers Awards 2020
more bite; I tried the newest technology -Artificial Intelligence, Virtual Reality, automated
driving; I even found myself a lunch group in the office. Turns out, Simon too -lanky, quick-
thinking, witty Simon- was a foreigner from the winding villages of Xian.
Today, as I stand in the train station again, I relived the rollercoaster of my journey: the
ups, the downs, and everything in between. My brother would love it here, the encouragement
for creativity, innovation, and development; partnered with the unimaginable technology, his
dreams could literally be translated into reality. My mother would love it here, the warming
sense of community, of going on a morning walk with the other retired ladies in the park. Of
course, the hospitals and medicinal development here would most definitely be better for her
recovery too. But perhaps most importantly, I loved it here too. I loved the office, Jeanine,
Simon, even little Leanne who couldn’t pronounce my name; I loved the optimism of the city,
how it focused on the positive forwardness of the future and didn’t linger behind; I loved the
inclusivity of the region, how everyone, regardless of background, age, culture, aspirations,
eventually could find a little community to fit in with; I loved that I was able to call the
Greater Bay Area my home now- the best home I could ever dream of.
The train rolled into the station. Like excited children exploring a world of fantasy,
my dear dear Brother and my Mother, who hadn’t aged a single second, rushed off the
train into my tightening embrace. A surge of pride filled my heart, not only would I never
ever be alone again, but I could show them the transcending beauty of my new home- no
letters, no phone calls.
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