The New Tale of The Gobi Desert
Immaculate Heart of Mary College, Ho Sum Yin Serene, Fiction: Group 3
M
y name is Angela, a 24 year-old pilot. I love to travel to other countries.
When I was a child, my father was a pilot too. He worked for a merchant. They
were close friends. We lived in the merchant’s house. Because he was a pilot, he
always travelled to other countries, so sometimes, I missed him very much when he
was on trips. One night, my father told me that the moon represented him and I could imagine his
smiling face and voice every time when I looked at the moon.
One day, he flew to the Gobi Desert.
“I will be back on your birthday to celebrate your 10 year-old birthday. My little and lovely
princess, don’t worry,” he said before he getting onto the plane.
On my 10 year-old birthday, my father did not come back. I waited and waited, but I still
couldn’t see him.
Where was he? We had no idea.
I understood that he would not come back when I was 16 years old.
On my birthdays, I looked at the moon and cried at night. There was some music coming
from the piano. The music was my father’s favourite music. On my birthdays, the moon always
appeared in the sky, even it was raining or there was a typhoon. I felt so strange and curious.
I had many questions.
The merchant was a kind, easy-going old man. He treated me as his own daughter. All people,
even the pets in his house are very kind. The son of the merchant, Kris, was handsome, smart and
hard-working. He had worked in his father’s company since he was graduated from the university.
Many girls wanted to marry him. However, he was quiet and not aware of anything around him. I
remembered that the first day I came to the house, I met Kris in the corridor.
“Good morning, today is a nice day.” I greeted him politely.
But he just ran to his room and bumped into the door immediately, “Bang!”
The weather was perfect for windsurfing, sailing, snorkeling and sunbathing. The seawater
was crystal clear, with spectacular marine lives. Windsurfers glide across the waves. I enjoyed
lying on the hammock nestled between the azure sky and sea.
Although it was a perfect day, I still needed to work. Kris needed to go to Russia to have a
meeting with the local trading partner.
O my seawater,
O my sunbathing,
O my hammock,
O my perfect day!
In the afternoon, the co-pilot, Kris and I got onto the plane.
“3, 2, 1, go!” I said to the co-pilot.
The airplane flew.
After twenty minutes, I looked at the dashboard. Suddenly, I got a glimpse of the indicator
light of engine failure, it was flashing and sirens started wailing. I was scared.
