proud of him.’
‘Mum….. and Dad…… I miss you a lot. ‘When I woke up I found plenty of tears running down
my cheek. In the meanwhile, Dk, the Sherlock die-hard fan, raised a very critical question. He
asked ‘I wonder what is the link between you and your parents?’
I was puzzled and stared at him, he started to further elaborate,’ I meant the clue, would it
possible to be the diary?’ I was enlightened by his great inspiration.
After that, I took out the diary and started communicating with my parents. I was praying
with a thankful heart that I could have another chance to see my parents who had sacrificed
everything to raise me up, I cannot stay here. I need to make them proud by being a contributing
person in the society.
All of a sudden, the 3 of us felt extremely hot and it was like being in the fire. It was just
like the one I had encountered, and we all fainted lying down like dead bodies. The clock was
sounding Tick Tock Tick Tock……
My eyes opened slightly. The room was filled with a peaceful atmosphere and everywhere I
saw white, I thought to myself, ‘I must be dead’. After a couple of minutes, the TV news report
started. I was totally shocked by the headline, which was being translated like this in English;
Parents sacrificed themselves to bring back their child. I could immediately recognize the flat
which was dyed in red by the flames and the blackened smoke.
Dk came over, patted on my shoulder and asked, ‘Didn’t you know why your parents are died?
Because the wanted to save us, and they came up with the idea of reversal of the rationale of you
were sent to the Gobi’s desert.’ I could understand his point of view, what he wanted to say was
that we were sent to the Gobi’s Desert because of one fire, if we had to come back to the modern
world, the real world should also have the same incidents happened. Thus, they set fire to their
home and the dairy was burnt until it became dust as well as themselves……
I felt sorry to hear that my parents have forsaken their lives for me. How precious is the love
from our parents.
I found a story book on the floor, with a red cover, the cover was very familiar to me. When I
came a step further, I could see the whole picture, the storybook was entitled’ the red diary’, it was
totally the same as the one in the Gobi’s Desert. I realized that there was a myth in the storybook
which was told by me mother when I was small. Maybe it was the reason why I could have the
connection between me and my parents even though we are in two entirely different world.
After I was informed about this heartbreaking truth, I started to bestir myself by swearing I
must live up to their expectations for me by being a contributing adult. I felt there was a power
pushing me onwards whenever I was depressed. I heard a voice cheering me up, just like someone
was blowing the loose balloon to be tough enough to withstand any pressure. When I become
frustrated, my parents will always become the pump to fill me with air. Because of them, I had the
guts to cope with all difficulties, not afraid of making mistakes, and to overcome each obstacle
blocking my path to success.
Notwithstanding crying sometimes in the night, I was tough enough to jump over each
hurdle. When I looked to the clear blue sky on a sunny day, I could see they were waving their
hands from paradise and living in there with happiness.
This memory was very precious. It taught me what love was and the effect of rapid economic
development. Also, I have met friends there, Dk and Dino. Although Dino cannot adapt to the
environment in Hong Kong. I am not going to let this memory which belongs to the 3 of us fade
away, I swear!
